Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Aves Poetica

The birdhouse
is labeled HB
for House Bird
I wager
except it has no door. It’s
pure decoration.

Two stellar
jays tilt on the rail.
One bill grips
an acorn.
With tails that long good balance
is impossible.

The brown bird
high in the tree is
juvenile,
a heron.
The old man says, Yeah, I seen
herrings here before.

Birds are male
& female, not cis
& trans, not
bi, because
think how much work it would be
to swap finery.

Pájaros
cantan y vuelan,
fly & sing,
like we do.
Mírate, el pájaro
de paraíso.

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