Senseless chatter

And hello to Joyce, chooser of sounds,

and to a simpler Hemingway post shotgun blast.

Why music artists sing la la la la la la

The cat in a tree next to Tweedle Dee.

A bird non-stop saying me, me, me.

A dog on the lookout for changes in scenery.

All the noise that’s fit for eyes.

Awaiting nature’s small surprise.