someday maybe

Its 4:57am and the birds are singing. I haven’t slept yet. But I’m not tired. Maybe it’s the insomnia or just my vivid imagination but I’m starting to think that maybe the birds haven’t slept either. Its as if we’re born knowing that the birds wake up early, and not once have we ever questioned it. But what if secretly they’re only coming home?
Who are we to know for certain that birds don’t stay out all night partying? Maybe they go out every night of the week. Who are we to say that there aren’t little birdy pubs with swinging karaoke and fancy dress Fridays? Hidden in the thickest of oak trees maybe there’s a little birdy bouncer who takes zero shit and refuses anyone he wants.
Who are we to know that there isn’t a really intelligent bird out there who some how found out the way to ferment grapes or roast barley and hops? And now maybe birds fly from all the world to get a taste of this Arthur Guinness like birdy gold.
Maybe these songs that we hear in the early hours of the morning are actually just them coming home completely pissed. Singing their little hearts out to each other with out a care in the world. Maybe we should actually be worried about them, maybe they all have a serious drinking problem. These birds might actually just be alcoholics, although I know they probably aren’t.
Its 5:13am and I most defiantly am sleep deprived, maybe that’s why the birds seem so drunk to me. But I’d like to think there’s a nicer story. I’d like to think that maybe they have just woken up from their sleep. But the reason they wake so early and sing their little songs is because they know about us. The humans who can’t sleep. So they set their little alarms that hour or two earlier just in hope they’re lullabies will some how help.
I think that’s a nicer story. I’d like to believe that birds watch us just as we watch them. I’d like to believe that they are grateful for the nuts and seeds my nanny hangs out in her garden and I’d also like to believe that none are actually alcoholics. I wish I could sing back to them though. I wish I could say thank you. Thank you for the lullaby, because its 5:27am and I’m tired.