Once, it had been enough with her, sitting there,
Reading or listening to poetry – words
Filled her heart – nothing else did she desire, nor
Did she feel lacking in love if those suited.
Now, it’s all different – she’s discovered birds –
Nightingales from a balcony delight her,
And sparrows, whether at large or in one’s hand.
Sure, it’s beautiful – I’m just not getting sleep.

                                                                    A. Pinguis