Bluebird

(...)

There's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be sad.

then I put him back,

but he's singing a littlein there, 
I haven't quite let him die

and we sleep together like that

with our secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man weep, but I don't weep, 
do you? 

Charles Bukowski

Garden, Monet