Back-Deck Epiphanies

(1)   Tableau !

A bird perched, perfectly.

-- Perfect!  Do not try to describe it!

It is as it is  and as  ever it was:

A perfect bird.

(2)  Take that, e.e.c. !

what if a much of a which of a wind …

-- Yeh well:  what if a which of a much of a,   didn’t , hmmmm ???

Jevver think a that, mr smar-T-pants ?????

(3)  Quick Visit

(nodding, reading,  in the failing

light …)

-- At once,  from no Where,

a Sound   sudden   FILLS  all the air !

Unsuspecting, suspecting nothing,

a black-capped chickadee

alights

but three feet  from me.

and unleashes his fine full-throated call,

startlingly robust   for one so small …

yet then,  perceiving (with imaginable alarm)

an huge and uncouth, possibly ornithophagous

Something,

three feet away from he,

-- flies off.

At which I -- sighingly --

break into song,

tweeting t-tinily,  countertenórously ,

as best I might, from these unwieldy lungs,

“Return, O my sweetest -- Return !!”