Author: Hannah Marshall

Suppose, you say, it began with the chickens,the way one wing raised could unbalance,the way they learnedto tilt their heads in a concession to gravity, all at once. Yes! I like it, I say.The pleasure of synchronicity.The pigs, being dominantin cognition, would be next.They might listen to the rainand learn rhythmfrom the downspout. Music, it seemed to…