Murmur, my ass
clearly more cackle...no
not that, either...tinkle
tinkle...Yes!
A myriadation of
tintinnabulation
a cacophonous eruption
from the marshes in the south
an interminable, chittering
gush over Court House Main
Swirling into the town's
winter trees
filling
bone-bare branches for a moment's break
its iridescence lost in
silhouette against a near-dawn sky, the teeming, treble-voices
socializing, confabulating
whither to next?
m.d. paust
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