lovebird morning

the ululation screeching from the meadow in the darkness of pre-morning is a courtship dance lapwings in love for a moment I thought fire alarm an ambulance the nightmare from my childhood with the aliens in it no it’s the sound of plover poetry read with yellow beaks and spur wings KI-YAY-YAY-AY-YAY KI-YAY-YAY-YAY o sensual … Continue reading lovebird morning