By Thomas Page
Catullus wipes his tablet, groaning about
His mistakes. His beloved, his Lesbia,
Has gotten some troublesome pet sparrow
Twittering around herself. Damn bird, who can
Be with my Lesbia where I cannot. I’ll
Make a mess of you. If only I were a
Bird. He pictures the sparrow doing many
Things with her. Vacations in Pompeii, lazy
Days in the Forum. A wild bird chirps by
His window. He throws his tablet at it stat.
