A cardinal family has made a small holly bush their home,
very near by garden gate. When I approach I whistle, not hum,
Miles Davis’s opening solo from So What. The modality, the D dorian
riffs and bluesy slurry passing tones, soothe the tawny female, who used to flee the nest when I’d approach without sound. Now as I seed the earth, we are side by side, and I am starting to once again feel my wings.

In the corner of my eye, just atop my beak, I see Coltrane to the side, awaiting his chorus.

Chagall 2020