15/07/2025
Posted • I SPEAK IN BIRDSONG: I found a shy little who could whistle. He imitated bird sounds using just his hands placed in complicated ways around his mouth. He wanted to be a bird. Maybe. There’s something about the and soaring birds.
He passed me by pretending as though I hadn’t caught him in on his secret. One that he shared with only the birds. I followed him down the hill to his mother’s tea shop. I went out in desperation to grab a few . Bribing was now the only option.
As I returned, I came back only to find, the boy sitting across the table from me. He wouldn’t meet my eyes-one of his looked past me, the other off to the side, and yet I could feel him watching, somehow.
He gave one more sound, long and stretched -a hawk’s cry, like it had flown far to get here and lost something on the way.
He finally did come along to letting me record his secret on my phone camera , but was extremely hesitant at first. But us now being in his mother’s canteen helped me ease into the situation. It was his safe place he finally sang and it was .
