ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
UNDERSTANDING EACH OTHER
the word for food
each bird speaks
instantly translates across species
the sparrow falls on the seed
with a chirp the others understand
some coming behind
have not song but
only a gravelly outburst
but this too is understood
as a shout of joy
the word for hungry
could be rung like
a single round tone
the phrase for seeking but
finding nothing
could be made into a melody
and none would draw near
but the dullest word for food here
simplest harshest appeals