Thoughts

Dawn. The room is cold; the blankers, Mexican wool, are warm over clean white sheets. The maid keeps them that way. They even seem ironed. One bired has been chirping, waking me up very early. It doesn't sound like a bird though, rather a whistle. And since it starts up around 2 or 3 a.m., (No other birds sind at that hour.), I suspect it's not a bird, but a whistle, and that the street cleaner=garbage collector who9 parks himself with his container, outside the metal door at night is perhaps purposely waking me up trying to pretendto be a bird. I Understand the street cleaners with their old fashioned brooms that look like something out of Hansel and Gretel, are politically connected, types of spies in the neighborhoods.