Birdsongs Are Composed Of Love-Notes & Pleasure-Notes

There's no dictionary
so I sit with a tape-recorder and notebook
pressing buttons, listening and writing.

I've learned basic pheasant,
blackbird and robin I'm struggling with.
I don't have the right-shaped beak
and my throat is too large.

There's a robin who sits by me.
I can't understand if it's love
and I'm worried. How would we kiss?
I imaging he'd be good with his wings,

I can feel the rub of his little chest
but I can't give him any more,
not yet, just the slightest of caresses.

I don't have the words.

Katrina Naomi