Warm-up The robins lilt the blackbirds trill from little sparrow’s open bill an aria so sweet and round. (how can that wee bird make such sound?) From somewhere high the flicker drums with rat-tat-tat the forest thrums The ducks afraid of our bold pets alarm their alto clarinets Steller's jays rasp the Kelp Gulls shriek… Continue reading Warm-up
Violet Nesdoly 