It is a miracle
how birds produce fluty trills
from their tiny lungs,
a swallow sings the blues
in fear of long migration ahead .
and a peacock screeches punk rock
from the highest branch –
his version of a lovesong for his shining hen.
A bizarre blend of musical vibrations.
I took liberties with the case of some of the words., and I had one or two left over. You’ll find more wordle poems here