whistle

your constant whistling
disturbs me, but not so
much as silence. because
i know what that means.
with the whistling, i don't
have a clue, happiness,
perhaps, insanity is more
likely, but this too shall
pass, so for now, i'll
listen to you whistle,
like a bird with the key
to come and go from cage
to cage, from tree to tree.