I know you serin

I know you serin

I know you serin by your song
and by your chosen spot
you sit small and still and often on the wires
even without the yellow, give-away
and similarly swifts
scimitar and squeal
the tree-frog's quack
astonishing, his lurid green
humming-bird hawk moths
for their swing-hover, side-slipping,
proboscis in the pinks and petunias
night-scented stocks, impatiens
perfume sweet and strong
like the song
pitched high above the rest
the yellow flash, so now he's on the tamarisk
all about their business
lizard quick, slick on path or wall
as I hang washing, water
un-kink the hose, dead-head
their world, my world
my world, theirs
I know you serin by your song.

14th June 2014 Hounoux.