one silent, one yakking, neither a yak

a friendly looming chatterbox held court with his dark friend

in the valley of the sunshine where the shadows bring relief

and the dark beplumed nonlady wished the yakyakyak would end

but she sat in silent dignity

endured the long debrief

at long last the non-yak yakker asked her what she made of it

and she cocked her head in thought and looked her friend up in the eye

and she shrugged; allowed a birdbrain like her didn’t give a whit

she just wished for unlocked wings and open windows for to fly

and her friend reared up and clacked his beak but grinned and said exactly

and you know that’s what i’ve thought for years and added good for you

and his friend beak-smiled at all the nonsense

said matter-of-factly

and kept to herself the evidence her pal’s a birdbrain too