Well-Known Corners of the People
is it because the humans
are sheltering at home is it due to this pause
in the perpetual peak hour clamour the halfway fade
in the workaday industrial rumble
that bird conversations
are suddenly more audible?
all across the city the orchestra
of birdsong sounded out this morning
in call and response from river verges
and backyard green havens, refrains and rejoinders,
trills and chirps and caws and whistles surely this concert
is more sonically robust these days?
do they exist in another dimension
these flighty messengers alighting in jittery hops
flicking off branches in a flash of micro dinosaur agility?
is their frequency normally just drowned out
by the pitch, the feedback squeal
caused by too much city noise?
or am I only just now finally
slowing enough to notice the daily ritual
of our local avian place makers hear them practice
their mobile surveys that map the morning terrain in sound
each call connecting one to the other so by mid-morning
they have the territory covered?
and way way up high
against the blue screen of an autumn sky
flocks of birds are airborne, undulating
like emblems decorating an invisible sheet
waving in the breeze
on an astral washing line