Call –
in winter, the darker
in flight, silence
When sky is a rapid quacking
When sky expands its species
Upturn our pale edgings
Call is an ascending body
Laugh and fast wingbeats
Swimming bird hops
Call –
in winter, the darker
in flight, silence
When sky is a rapid quacking
When sky expands its species
Upturn our pale edgings
Call is an ascending body
Laugh and fast wingbeats
Swimming bird hops