For the birds

I hear you

a very particular twinkle, in the throat, up through the tongue

the chirp at the rooftops, in an atmpophere, for whatever reason, we're not sure,
for mating?  for...soul?  there are many songs I know

you stop for the silence, the beat is the wind, and you float with it, I hear the surround support, the bass in the fibre, the placement, surrounding the gates, the water fountain isn't working, it listens as well, it is rusting

for the birds, I hear your words