he cocks a 14-carat eye at her (she of course
cannot) and then for fourteen seconds
a co-ed gang of Brewer’s blackbirds
settles by the fence. but don’t try to look -
you have already missed them – and already
with no drumroll at all, fresh-baked twilight
is coating the landscape. it must be time
to call it another day (for dawn chorus comes early)
