Conversation from Wonder Winds by Marmalakes

There is conversation within the eaves
Muffin-sized creatures with tiny little beats
Who seem to be holding a serious debate
Chip-chirp-whistle-flip-flap we cannot relate

No my friend I cannot hear
Tin-can correspondence likens the best
We need some thread and to forget the fear
To trace our trail back to where we left

A busy symphony resides in the can
Swirling for the sweetness, swarming for the hands
Thought to be dangerous so visits are brief
We build it, they use it, then we label them mean

No my friend I cannot hear
Tin cans and thread are not enough
We will need more than bowls and beer
To get back down from so high up
To get back down from so high up

A chorus from the summer scene setters
Who shade in the space between awkward words
Behind the black of street’s end asphalt drain
Sporadic pouring rounds drown the downplay

No my friend I cannot hear
Tin tight to both sides, between we wept
So wrapped up in our own ears
We were unaware of our sonic deaths
And our peril left us paralyzed except
For fingers to paper penning ink wet
And we’ll never get back to where we left

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