The birds were really going on about something
this morning—likely some telephone line
gossip or perhaps whispers about what dirty
laundry I’d be airing today along with the wash.

Or maybe I’ve got it all wrong—they were
crowing about how quickly chicks leave
nests these days, wanting nothing more
than fast access to the very highest perches.

But what I want to believe is that it was
just a bit of whimsy the mist brought on
or better yet a clear-toned couplet or two—
for a full-feathered start to the day.