Periphery

Be near enough to the periphery to discern the wing-settle-sounds small birds make in thickets, their halls —

Near enough for red to insist that you regard it as haw, rose-leavings

Know, bird-panic sounds differently to wing-settle’s soft-rest after the flurry of flight, they say —

It held — Maybe there was no yarn and you hung the bird-bell from a delicate thread in branches beneath scented leaves —

It took their weights, and they gave you their low flying wingbright song