Benches by the Library

Walking to the library there is a tree where all the songbirds sing. Above the benches where the drunks lay. They lay on the benches twitching as the songbirds sing their song and the squirrels look for nuts. Today I saw a black squirrel climb from a little tree to a big tree. Above the benches where the drunk lay. He is an important person in the neighborhood. Is he the rightful duke or the earl or the king? Why else would the songbirds serenade him though it was not night?