Kevan Smith - Flat

At waking time when all the suns were lowest on the horizon, Bonn would hear a musical note floating in his range as if flying by. It was always slightly flat then disappear like being tuned in and out.  Puter said it was from a native bird with gracious wings, long tail and iridescent blue-purple-silver then invisible to Bonn’s visuals as the musical notes hit a higher octave.  It wasn’t like a high-pitched squeak or siren but slightly flat warbling notes.  Bonn rarely saw but a swift vision like flying harmony as it soared up high.  He named it Sirene.