Sonnonet

Even if you pride your rebel self
On remaining adverse to control,
There’s bound to be some part of your life
You desperately wish to control.
Annoyingly, this suggests you can’t
Suppress or control your compulsions
To control or to lose control. Droll.

Siskins, thrushes, and robins ruckus
In the morning firs and birch and spruce.
An enormous raven balances
A moment on a branch by the house
And coughs up bleakish, throaty chortles.
You should identify with life, but
It’s the stream you hear that captures you.