insomnia

LIZ SAYS:In Wisconsin, I remember waking to hear birds singing in the morning. At 3 a.m. I’m staring at the ceiling listening to another kind of bird.
Raven or crow? A thought borne of insomnia. Looking at the shadow on the ceiling. The shadow could only be Parisian. The curlicues of the ironwork balcony are transposed to the ceiling. The medallion in the center of the ceiling is shaded by shadows.
Black night cawing, pulsing with the call in the late night, early morning, Black head, black beak, black body, black feet on the dark gray metal of the mansard roof calling to black head, black beak, black feathers, black feet on the dark gray metal of the mansard roof all though the late night early morning.