Fishiness & th’Ungullible 

The frightful sound of a freighted train

reverberating on the flat,
will die, is dying out in that

the Tale explodes above the telling

while Fishiness has it down as Fragment
(consider revising) – but pray do, is‘t

the train, or these familiar sounds

of keys in th’act of being pressed,
that slowly wake you up again?

The mode of Composition reflects

th’approaching words that will a meal,
a capuchin swinging among the leaves,

a born-again warbler about to twitter.