Elucidating Questions

Listening to birds

Swearing up a storm

Swearing birds

You’ll know it when you hear it

Chasing after one bird flying in circles

Once

Twice

I imagine

Steve, Steve! We didn’t let you have control of the flock so we could fly around in circles!

Up and down the tree

Swearing as a truck honks

They fall quiet and then start up again

And then tens of little black dots

Take to the sky

And find somewhere else

I hear them debating in the distance

Twittering