"The bird at night"

The bird at night
must sleep somewhere
- we'll never know,
unless we hire men
(and girls, of course
- this day and age!)
to track and follow them.
To catch, release with
things attached. They're
probably infesting trees,
out in the wild - it's home
to them, and

they don't even mind the breeze,
the rain, somehow. Let's steal
a page. Somewhere and silently
right now,

they're sound asleep.
Whatever shelter nature
gives,

they rest in it 'til morning
light. We've got to find out how
they live.