Running Thrushes

"Running Thrushes" nimbly dances + swells around a fingerpicked guitar before trailing off into the cicada-ridden night. Lyrics: With the daylight lost No afterglows followed us Chasmal light Running brush, thrushes in the field This strident bird Left arm caught in bramble Captor quelled Vibrant song stopped, surrendered If all was an anteroom An aviary unheard Who's in the next room? Whose house is vetting you?