Classic Poem

Catching the water that drips
from a hose dangling from a water tower,
a baby sparrow is bathing.
It trots up to it, flaps its wings,
and trots back again.
It's repeating the same movement many times over.
Yes: No matter what happens to the world,
sparrow, stay there, repeating your movement eternally, without resting.
There's rumbling in the C61 boiler.