Ah, Pic pic, there you are!
Mythology demands I greet you with respect
lest a curse befall me, so please forgive
the tardy introduction. In my defence let me say
I am used to another, a carolling cousin down under,
a warbling weaver of dreams, not this harsher tongue…
I pay you a compliment sir (or madame as the case may be).
What gossip do you carry from tree to tree?
What secrets, what intelligences concealed in chat?
High flyer – do you tally the trash and treasure
flow of the river under the bridge I guard
with little more than fancy? Beyond myth,
into serious study, I learn you are no fool.
Ah Pic pic, how do you do then?
Tool maker, strategist, flirter, griever …
how easily you distract us with flatter
with your plain imitations of the human voice …