Missed Phone Calls

Where doth cheery robin go? Will she return? What if carnivore owl finds her? Where is mother? The veil is ambiguous. I hear her voice. I get calls from her phone. A land line. Death. Wasn’t she supposed to be a permanent good bye? But the veil is rising. There is a new hello. I miss her phone calls. Return one. This number is no longer in service. Hoot! Hoot! My native American side cringes. Does my sorrow dance. Where is my mother? Is this her way to say hello?