That’s what the online ad said; I didn’t click on it
because I’m childless, but I suppose knowing
what a baby is really saying could save a lot of time. I’d
rather decipher the calls and whistles of birds
as they suddenly congregate, telepathically, in one bunch
of trees as sun slides toward horizon, what
the topics of conversation tend to be when they’re aligned
on wires, the same note sounding visually, chirping
their hearts out at triple the beats per minute
of bipeds. What do they discuss? If it’s anything like us,
cries about being wet, hot, tired or hungry, the best
and cheapest place to get a bite, I guess I could skip it. But
perhaps, as day turns into night, they tweet and twitter
knowingly, cackle with understanding of the secret language
used by humans, the sounds we use to substitute for flight.
Kasandra Larsen’s chapbook Stellar Telegram won the 2009 Sheltering Pines Press competition and is forthcoming 2010; nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and a finalist in the 2010 Tiferet Spiritual Poetry Contest. Her poems have appeared in over two dozen journals in the US, Canada, and the UK, including Ballard Street Poetry Journal, Full of Crow, Pure Francis, nthposition, Osprey Journal, The November 3rd Club, Blue Earth Review, Two Hawks Quarterly, and Short Fuse: The Global Anthology of New Fusion Poetry.