A Beautiful Song

A Beautiful Song. (Ink Spots) “I don’t want to set the world on fire” what a lovely song. But I’m disturbed by sparrows, sit in my orange tree and make a racket, so much for bird song. Out on the terrace I stretch out my arms pretend to be an eagle, they fly off. But they soon return realising I’m not much of an eagle. I throw pebbles at them, terrified miniature mountains, that only get to fly when someone, say, me throws them. I still hear the sparrows sit in my neighbour’s orange tree, argue about territories and no- fly- zones. A flurry of angry wings, what is this a civil war? High above on the blue sky, a bald eagle circles. “I don’t want to set the world on fire.”