Trying to Sing It Right

The short phrase turns the head,
but you can’t be all hooks.
The startle’s in the flow.

The rock wrens adopting
The concrete porch use this.
Why does anyone sing?

What a cacophony
Evenings on Earth can be.
There’s something more to this,

More than sound, more than song,
More than competition.
There’s a recognition

That existence, that is
Being without living,
Demands an answer more

Than hunger, more than want
From being that’s living.
Sometimes you sing it right.