Poem titled "notes from a contemporary birdsong" by Emma Bracken. On a soft pink background, two birds in the bottom right hand corner sit on a branch, resting. Mirroring them, two hands from opposite corners of the page reach out for one another. Poem reads: "There are moments you come whistling out from your own softshell quiet; Earth’s melody meets yours with a shred and a slow rip down to the soul. And yet, there are eager fingers ripping a tourniquet away from the skin too soon. Her earnest death, yours— drip from your chest like a bed of red berries and the wind whips the sour up into your hair. As time binds you, allow yourself to be one thing: A bird with sewn-in flight— a swift fall and an age-soaked thread. Hard bone mouth; soft, soft heart."