They come unbidden
to the porch, bits of straw, a berry
or even the leg bone of a baby bird
that died in the nest
dropped with one sad note.
First they dropped and flew,
then they hovered, singing
and cocking their heads
as if to enter a conversation —
as if only I spoke their language.
Birds, like lawyers of glass
came and sang their troubled cases,
me the judge and jury. Jay,
in his strident voice,
spoke first:
First, we need you to stop
the scratching music cats play,
the discordant tail beat of squirrels,
stop the deaths of our babes
from spoiled seed.
.
NOW, the text altered:
They buckle unbidden
porch, bits straw, berry
leg bone bird
spared note.
burned strangled,
hovered, singing
rustle heads
clear conversation —
I invent language.
Birds, lawyers glass
danced invented cases,
me judge jury. Jay,
voice,
trilled :
we beg you thump
music cats scrape,
squirrels,
uncover deaths babes
seed.
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