One male Goldfinch uncharacteristically sits solo, atop a bare branch
His cry bordering shrill, minor keyed, mournful… yet clear
Will he attract a mate to be or summon back lost parents?
Off a dust-kicker country lane, leafing grapevines somehow invite a respectable flock in
250 Goldfinches delightedly deliver their enticing, melodic, choral voicings
Where eye catching yellows flit about irresistible twisting greens
Along urban arteries deliberate, emerging sirens - blare their steadfast warnings
These urgencies: fire, accidents, bad guys… where life and limb await speedy response
Manmade alerting sounds created to move cognizant drivers aside, Help Is Coming!
Even car stopping, transient, trains rumble through chiming barricade crossings
Their straight-line approaches defined by partially muted trombone shouts
So, unlike those romantic whistles of bygone passing parades
And may we not forget our own vocal gyrations for ~ breakfast, lunch, or dinner
Cueing cat, dog, or human counterparts to come prancing
Or simply reminding your partner “CBS Sunday Morning - Moment of Nature is next!”