MY NAME

My name begins with the crunch

Of autumn leaves underfoot

Pushes along to the wail

Of a baby in the night.

It ends with the siren scream

From a hot, whistling kettle.

In between is the silence

Of a cork stopping a bottle top.

That’s the short version,

The long is a bit more complex

With a brief lilt and a hum.

One last clue if you are still unsure:

It might begin with a C

Though it does not.

The initial letter stands tall,

With one arm and a leg thrust out

Awkwardly into forward space.

With this last hint I will end

This mystery’s chase.