is there a difference between a branch and a wire for a pair of zygodactyls? i thought this as there was a jay pecking at the air, it made soundless sound in a moment. a moment made by the passing of it, by the sound it contains. in this case, a ruffle, a chortle, a barking song, then the jay swooped from the wires and sat on the branch closest to me. i had heard but hadn’t seen. as if throwing its voice, it was difficult to locate. as i listened, it indulged me by moving closer. that it knows.