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.



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