bitpunkfm on Nostr: A house finch calls to me this day, an hour early for me — for him, his clock has ...

A house finch calls to me this day,
an hour early for me —
for him,
his clock has not changed.

How confused he must be,
to see me in this morning's night.

Tired, struggling —
he offers me his song.
I start to recover,
but he flies away —
a car drives down the street.

#poetry