The flat trees

It is nearly dark
and the sounds that give form
to this, my favorite part of day,
so far
are those of birds vocalizing.

I know from past experiences
-which I generally believe to be reliable-
that there are actually birds there,
to the right
in the trees.

But those same trees appear, in this light,
during this
my favorite part of the day,
so far
to be so flat,
that I find it difficult to imagine that there could be anything
anything, even remotely close to
the depth I imagine would be needed
to house all of those sounds.