The Songbirds are Singing their Lovely Notes.
Their Song is heard while these words are SIlent.
They pause and allow one Bird the Moment.
It chirps in descending volume then Ends
For a brief millisecond Disappears
Or, rather, grows Inaudible Slowly.
First the image subtracting from the Flock
Pairs duo then continue, a trio
Emerges before a Quartet Begins
Carefully everything is bent on Sound
Enjoying its fulcrum against the Air
Wind, reed, and fascicle, the Orchestra
Plays as it Would for a Rich Occasion
Dedicates its desire for the Noon.
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