Can a sound can be...

It's hard to know, i suppose, if a sound can be confused with a thought when a window is left open.  Passing through thought like stumbling out a window, braced against the pane, one arm holding the frame, trying to answer a call from just beyond the glass.  Only the call was bird, a pretty parakeet, whispering gangsta rap as it pecked sunflower seeds and dribbling bits of resonance into the dirt.  Birds are sounds, something like phones in a garden.  --i didn't mishear or mistake, but the parakeet had cut the cord when no one was on the other line. 

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