4 AM Poem with Birds

A found poem based on a text message

‘A bulb has blown in
the kitchen now
there’s no light
in the flat.
It’s nice. I like
how it’s dark.
The sky is dirty
blue because of all
the light pollution
it confuses the birds,
they think it’s the sun.

I wonder if they ever
get tired
of singing so much
more than they should’

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