Choking up on my mind. I have lit a little of its light. Bare streets, the Fort St. apartment blocks and houses--and a loud, echoing song of one big cock-robin, bit of a nuisance.

Anything that can hear: crows, bugs, humans, know old cock-robin is jangling his keys. The ring of trees return again just now from a swing around, a dip in deep darkness, and the hum of sleeping/working transformers, buzzing streetlamps, and these hardworking birds.