The circumlocutory ornithologist
Transcribes the song of birds
In early morning mist.
Splintery notes of springtime, thinner than twigs,
Than the stems of leaves --
Delicate chips and skips of sound,
Crisp brisk wisps of music.
Stitching whistles. Jittery flits.
Sibilant whispers, riskiest vigilance.
Young things with wings
Peskily gossip in a mixed snit.
Listen quickly. Don't miss.
This. And this. This and this.
How the slender ribbons twist,
Wind-tipped, chill-blessed, light-kissed, swift.