High upon a post
the cabinet swayed
Lights dim,
Faces did fade

Strapping in
to the lift, I prepared
to fix the lamps
and any wires there

Opening the ends
I pulled panels back
then I nearly had
a heart-attack

Somehow a nest
Built inside
Baby birds
There they hide

Wires damaged
Bulbs burnt out
They caused it all
I had no doubt

Rain in the air
and nowhere to go
I wrestled my instincts
and all I know

Closing it up
and tightening each screw
There was nothing else
that I could do

I'll return
at the end of spring
I'd rather hear
those new birds sing