Soprano. How high can we flex our voices? Like the heavy weight of a muscleman's dumbbell, a ladder as high as Jacob's Ladder, a voice high enough to be the Town Crier!
The call of a bird, many birds altogether in unison, beckoning the beggar in his wheelchair to share his bread with them. Tossing pieces of bread, nourishment to the birds, biting and aggressively trying to be the first bird to get a bite.
Another handful, crusts of bread, gnawing, a generous beggar to feed his own food to those birds who want it. Everyday, in the same place, birds from everywhere, mostly colorful but dirty city Pigeons marching to their own beat, and tiny brown Sparrows getting their share of what the Pigeons leave behind, red Cardinal's mate feeding his female companion with sunflower seeds. The children of Cardinals, little birdies also well fed.
Birds singing in sweet soprano, he sings, she sings, they both sing together, fighting fiercely in loud aggressive voices to be the one to get the biggest crumbs.
The shrill voice of a bird to scare another bird away from his loot. A smile growing on the bird's face, a happy countenance even if the beak cannot stretch, the happiness is in her/his voice as we adore the high notes as like flutes! She does not dig deep into alto or bass.
She loves as she eats, more and more, a singing operatic soprano, an appreciative beggar given a loaf of yellow bread. For himself, yes. But he shares it, the charity of the loving-kindness of a beggar well fed with a generous wonderful voice, singing, as he learned voice lessons from listening to a bird family.
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