is where i start the thought
before it wings off, lost in darting shadow.
the finch atop the clothesline
might be the same as always
or else the 27th of this aviary whose residents
i aim to distinguish by differences in beak.
meaning: mouth; further translated: their speech /
as it ricochets, caught in nearby branch.
my thought almost returning before
a sudden flush of wing settles on a current.
different now. impossible to guess at
what i hoped to unearth as eyes track other flight.