Outside
the deck
two birds
wade
in birdseed,
one small,
a dark-eyed junco,
the other,
twice her size,
a brown-
headed
cowbird
a step away
from my geranium,
quaking
its feathers,
parrying its beak
into a hissing V
and insists
feed me
in a language
available
to imposter
hungry birds.
The junco
keeps
picking up
seed
faster from the
feeder
foster mom does
n’t look
anything like
its real mother
junco pitch
hits
down
the cowbird’s
throat
on my deck
every day
for weeks
the same noisy
racket,
junco hasn’t got
the olfactory
to know whose egg
is whose bird
just knows
a mouth wide open
eats does
n’t discriminate
one cry
from another,
hops to
on my patio railing
cowbird
moos
bell ringing
a dish of seed.
Deep——–loved it———felt as if I was sitting on the deck.
Theresa:
How wonderful it makes me feel that you are still checking on my blog! I hope you are well. I am getting reacquainted with the Bay Area and I’ll be entering the MFA program at San Francisco State (in fiction) as of September. It hasn’t been altogether easy, but my friends have been helping me ease back into big city life. Say hello to anyone we know. Maybe some day I can return and teach once again in the area. All my best, Lenore
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