flute-whistle

Updated: June 2, 2025

There was a glassy reflection of a faded moon on the water, and daybreak came rustling through the trees which nodded and swayed overhead. A twittering of winged things arose in the branches, first only the cadence of a robin's call, an oriole's flute-whistle, the stirring wren's mellow note.

Agnes C. (Agnes Christina) Laut - Lords of the North