Bad, big and tan(?) White stick With a little light Floats past her on the right White stick On the rock Roping in the wind Are you hungry? Do you know what to eat floating in the blue I hear you, your voice It comes out above my head Close to you, close to you There is one bird in my houseshe said he woke up from a dream He heard Mama Cass he felt "better if I would've known these things" It damped his mood For a second, then he remembered where he was He regained his perspective--that felt a Lot better It gets much better he laid down on his bed With the front door open and the sunlight flooding in--to the room He smelled thyme He laid back listening to a fly He saw a washing hanging in the sun he caught a fleeting glimpse of a man Moving uphill Pursued by a bushe saw a white church with a Three blue- Domed roof A crucifix on the top and an ant walkedalong the edge of his bookhe heard Another belland a braying distortion and a moped started up It sounding like a chainsaw Of tiny firecrackers And he smelled thyme again A fly came then along the shaft of sunlightcoming through the open door He watched it cross the room and get Halfway and then it Turned around and left he laughed There is one bird in my house There is one bird in my house There is one bird in my house There is one bird in my house