his song hangs like

a poised raindrop–

a shallow whoop, a booming

hoot. he finds her–his partner

–her whoop & hoot joins his in

this morning song–

a vocal duet of two who

mate for life–rainforest

percussion made in

throat sacs,

felt in dance. those who can

adapt song to each other. whose

love is made in each

intersecting whoop &

hoot.