Aeolian tumult

Early: maple troupe shrilled of imminent precipitation. (We think also berries whispered your canaries.) Your son hung suet, feeders; brought warm water. You pulled on extra. You steeped tea, added log, worked. (Cedar waxwings said your youngest cat from windowsill clicking teeth.)(Bohemian said his sister.)(rhpsdy texted your younger cat.)(Kind of tuneless said your youngest dog from door.)(Oh hey snow billows she added excitedly.)(Biting gusts said your younger dog from sofa.)(Head-clearing echoed your oldest dog.)(Quiet I’m spring-dreaming ruminated your oldest cat from iron pot.) Avant-garde moon plays tonal manifesto.