There are jackals in the parlour. This is disconcerting.
They do their concerted best to give a concert
but their siren yowls aren’t music to our ears.
The jackdaw is not amused and I’m afraid
if I applaud, the jackals will sense I’m not sincere.
I turn on Netflix for them when they ask.
The jackals’ favourite film, The Sound of Music,
begins again. The jackals sing along.
I remember best when memories are unclear
and I imagine I hear the choo choo engine song.