Close Muted

Office building

I am in

has a win-

dow that doesn't

o-

pen.

I hear birds chirping in the tree,

muted by double paned glass, I see

them jump and flit from ground to branches

and sing sparrow songs so thoroughly.

Maybe they have found renewed voices

discovering options for more creative choices

in the year and a half-plus that they've been unhampered

by our relentless human noises.

I wish I could open the window and hear them completely.

and listen all day as they sing so freely.