Stirlins.
Brattlin’, bletherin’, black glent green
spread the word of the toon from the spire of its kirk.
Clypin’ clishmaclaivers,
the pursing of beaks.
A nudge of wing send the drave
blawing, birling,
falling over the rooftops, to begin agane.
the gibble- gabble.
dominique cameron 