Brass / words / 2010 / Chirp

Look at all this green.

Like a wall.

Like a fortress.

Boxed in.

So green.

So close.

And the chirps.

Chipper-chirper.

I count 5 birds.

2 here.

3 there.

This one over here stops when I walk this way.

This one over here stops when I listen too closely.

Like an old-skool hunter.

I read the Ether by chirp.

Now I sing with my new friends.

Mimic this one. I can do the tonality.

Rhythm and pace. Might take a while.

Ok, how about this one? No way! How does it do that?

Back to that one. Are we talking now?

And this here.

You.

Tree.

Flaky twigs.

Small limbs.

Shoddy trunk.

No shade for the weary.

I see your Trunk some day.

Twice as big as me!

Casting cool over this house.

And saving moolah.

You’ll have birds some day.

Nestled in your Grand Branches.

I’ll dance for you.

I’ll cast Intention into your Mighty Way.

Dig up the Earth. Nice and moist.

Cast unto you!

Circle the Earth
Circle the Earth
Circle the Earth

Now counter-clockwise.

Uncircle the Earth
Uncircle the Earth
Uncircle the Earth

Spin!

Mighty Tree!

Flourish!

Super Tree!

Spike the Earth!

Grow Tree!

Dance with me!

I dance for you, Little Brother.

The stories you will tell.

All the birds in your embrace.

A Strong Communication Platform.

And Now.

Let’s see. What else to do?

Trees remind me of Issaquah.

WTF does it mean, anyways?

Issaquah.

Beautiful Trees, I think.

Wikipedia.

Oh. “The Sound of Birds.”

Hm.