W oodbird Jazzophone

...

Little piercing songs.

Quail-trumpet!

I am comforted to know.

Quail proclaiming!

To watch your beak

open & know

the sun sound is in there.

The point isn't,

clouds change,

I'm often wrong when I'm sure.

It's nice to stand on that fence

with sweaty little

scale-feet gripping

lizardy baby tight & open my mouth

to see if the sound comes out sun-sound.