You hoot,
like an owl in the morning
I forgo the words you say
like a sinking coin in a well
turn to let you know
you emit what falls onto you
unnecessary wind, dirt
things you heard work to charm a woman
but a woman unlike a non-living thing
has a voice, siren-like and sharp
you hoot and whistle once more
I ask you for reasons behind birdcall
you answer it is about the day begining
a rise of birds to answer for morning
but it does not raise the level needed
to act like a human would
like a human, I talk to your no longer listening ears
this time I will have the final say.
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