A first hint that they’re up is a sharp, heart-stopping peentpeent;
and if they’re the human birds, I’ll spy a scrum of them at breakfast,
spooning cereal from bowls with the peentpeents interspersed
with the chews, words and giggles;
and if they’re the Common Nighthawks,
I’ll study long-winged birds flying in graceful loops,
flashing white patches just past the bend of each wing
as they pursue insects.