les oiseaux

Being somewhat of a Frenchman
He wandered with a cigarette in tow
And a cheap beer stashed in hand
Whispering, “je t’aime, je t’aime!”
at the moonlit night

Its elegance flashed imageries of Versailles
Its promiscuity recalled his sleepy hometown neighbourhood
With the café gossip about the newest side romances
And the twinkling of the étoiles
Brought forth his memory of the glowing street lights

In his drunken haze
A nightingale of peace approached
Carried him home, lent him all the aide he required
Didn’t think to stay the night; she vanished with the waking of the sun
And he forgot to remind her
Her company was the first he had had in years

And so went the stumbling fellow
Always inebriated with the image of his precious canary
Wishing to have a rendezvous again sometime
To remind himself of his incessant need for love
Before the following couche du soleil.