The Nightingales Of Platres 2
that made them whistle, toot, bray, invisibly;
mew, shoot songs from the splays of crofts
in wild runs and eerie scales, aloft;
arpeggios trill and antiphons, quite manically,
acciaturas equally as frantically
whether you heard reclined
head bent back against the stead
marvelling, half-asleep, upwound
in an unwinding sheet, or whether, instead,