The Birds

They say even Heisenberg confused
The uncertainty principle
With the observer effect
But the birds picking seeds
Off the ground in my backyard
Oh, they know the difference:
They take to the branches
As soon as I walk to the window
To look at them on the ground.

March, May and August
Are the three months that also belong
To other parts of speech
Perhaps so that people may embark
On an august march for, say, freedom.
I mention this while writing a poem
Called ‘The Problem With Literature’
That I am certain will take off.

But first I must walk to the window
To observe the birds.

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