We were watching as the actors squabbled on TV.
We could tell that their fictional relationship
would not last much longer.
Still, in the background of the scene, some birds
were singing along as if it all was real, though
nobody had provided them with a script.
I’ve heard myself claim that it’s all an illusion,
though lately I don’t pay myself much mind.
It may take an illusion to spot an illusion,
yet the birds in the film keep singing.
When a predator hawk swoops across the screen,
all the birds grow quiet. They aren’t confused
by philosophy — nobody makes a peep.