baby birds cry
to expose the red color
inside their mouths

so that the parents 
can deliver food
any sound they make

is just screaming
it attracts foxes
raccoons

we sing, we scream 
in both 
joy and anger

we certainly cry
in everything we say
we are saying

Here I am
Come get me
like baby birds

preferring the company 
of whatever’s out there
to nothing