Bird Talk
A wee bird on rock-peak above quick rolling
bubble-veined stream began speaking to me.
Not by known language he piped sweet notes
voicing among leafy hides rang potent clarity.
With need to transcribe I leaned forward into
his mind and caught the right frame of tone.
No words could describe the cadence through
trilling his secret transference became known.
With symphonic report on gratitude for water
refreshment he sang even when slaking thirst.
A bird bridged understanding by choral report
as in abundance of contact he fearlessly burst.
I learned the awe needed as bird-talk that day
from a dipper on coexistance my spirit amazed.