Why Birds Never Fear Cloudy Nights

When the chirpful night ceases, The birds freeze, Stuffed on wires-- Heads silent To the questioning sky. They are blessed With never wondering why The world's sanity Is so often in doubt Or why the streams Do not all hold the trout Of our dreams. We creel our hopes For other days. We fish our lives In amber haze-- The sky is absent Of stars tonight-- A scarecrow moon Is propped aright.