The birds are out there singing.
.
They sing with each other.
.
It’s hard to tell
Which one starts it,
But one will commence the cadence
.
And then another one will join in,
Chirping right after the other one,
In rhythm,
Hence spawning a chirp from the other one,
.
Or one of the other ones,
To be exact.
.
They remind me of a ska punk band, actually.
.
Then, the uncanny thing is that
They’ve designated one bird, which
.
I think is
The one with the highest-pitched chirp,
To man the coda responsibilities,
And emit a series of identical chirps
To end the final cadence.
.
This final bird, the first time,
Emitted three chirps.
.
The next time,
The birds did the same thing,
And the final one put out seven chirps.
.
One, time he did four,
One time, five,
One time, six,
But not in that order,
And never fewer than three,
And never more than seven.
.
And the sad thing is,
I know what they’re doing,
And I feel like I’ve lost the ability to do that,
Myself.
.
But then,
That’s what pedagogy’s for.