Kit Kelen #1157 - the chatter

1157

the chatter

the chink

glimpse

guilt

so crime

in folds of dawn

a trumpet lost

edge and catch

tin drip chatter

kookaburras

their grubby joke

glow of the rain to come

to gossip

rain glazes

sun rusts out

about the worm divided

sit

shiny like a truth

you polish

wagtails

swampies

wrens

the whole gang told

one got away

and some are upside down to hang

and some walk trunk up

till the trill

a coven

day masked

perfectly still

cartel

all crooks

picture me

streets in this

despite the thing

chorister cruel

where have we been?

in the lightest falls

a feather sky

low bower sweep

pond fond

louder than me

singing from the sedge

invisible, the music –

making, made

some will whisper

for the blue

some sunning

some for shade

all told from a curtain’s edge

now drawn

I idle in this weather too