The birds

It's so disturbed

The sound of the birds

In the trees at night

Squawking; screeching

    hunting; seeking 

  looking for food

In the middle of the night

So disturbed

The dark

  The light

The moon

The fight 

  The cape, 

       Over the city

 The sleep

     The pity 

 The shame 

     And the grief 

When the night

   Leaves you in silence 

  On your own 

       And it's terror 

 It is 

So, 

 So disturbed