Name That Tune

The chatter of small birds frame a window of light. My kettle is coughing; soon its shrill whistle will startle me, even though I know exactly when it will erupt. Two pelicans have been sighted in Northern Ohio. Elsewhere, the plague has been seen crossing rivers on ferries and jet skis. I pour morning tea, singing a tune from 'West Side Story.' ‘Today I too, am Puerto Rican’ intones the ghost of Leonard Bernstein to his open switch blade. Many dead form a choral threnody. Fox News and CNN, for once agree. Just kidding. The birds sing something from ‘The Magic Flute.’ or Bohemian Rhapsody – hard to tell but the tunes bring tears to the eyes of truckers and nurses. I imagine lost pelicans hitching a ride to Patagonia. A first responder has reported blue sky’s in Kentucky. Death rattles - all things pass away singing with their own tune inside their own heads.