
I could hear a clicking noise
coming from a mesquite tree
and began to look around
not sure what it might be.
Turns out the noise was a call,
the mating call of a cockoo bird
as he was standing tall
waiting for his call to be heard.
Then, nearby on the ground
his call was returned —
he began limb hopping down
to the sound he knew was earned.
— kenne









