Bio Note: I sometimes try, and really enjoy, changing the “I” in a poem from me, to that of a bird. This poem, “At The Feeder” is one such attempt. Maybe some day I will try with a different animal, an inanimate object, or another person, but for now, it’s birds. I was happy to be able to read my poem from March issue of Verse-Virtual, called “Parkour”, to a zoom audience for International Women’s Day.
At the Feeder
This morning she has her black eyes out again. Lifting and lowering, lifting and lowering with featherless wings. Round lenses point at us; following our movement to the hanging seeds. Crescent-shaped Blue Back White-bellied Long Beak, and Yellowneck Stripe-feathered join me at the eating spot. Large Bark-peck-pecker comes too, then flies his blackwhite feathers red-head back to trunk. Little Black-cap Stripe-tails flit and flutter as usual, swirling around each other and surfing wind whooshes, in and out from vine and branches to seeds-in-a-bunch ball. She sits behind her glass there, lifts and points those black eyes. I have seen her step out of nest to put those hanging seeds in the air. We’re not afraid, as long as she stays away, in her big glass-and-wood square.
©2021 Marjorie Moorhead
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