For the Birds

As always  
the birds sang when the sun rose  
I checked the weather  
shook out a pee and threw on clothes  
then let the coffee tickle my nose  
as always  
 
I walked by the ocean to feel alive  
breathing in deep  
kicking sand through my toes  
to tickle the tide  
as always  
 
But something strange  
stalked the water's edge  
a dozen gannets  
and all of them dead  
bodies bloated with sunken eyes  
my morning murdered by a cruel surprise  
and then nothing seemed right in paradise  
no nothing felt right in paradise  
 
So I did my duty and called them in  
They'll clean it up and it'll happen again  
though I'm left with the notion I can't disguise  
it's time for some truth to wash off lies  
when nothing feels right in paradise  
now nothing feels right in paradise  
or will it become  
as always