Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Bright Blue Bird Eating From My Hand

Descendent of dinosaurs,
this dainty delight flitters
like pure spirit in my hand.
The feel of the scratchy tickle of
the clawed foot in my seed-filled palm.
"Trust me," I try to telegraph, "and eat."
The fragile heads pecks and picks out a single seed,
then alights in a blink to a nearby skeletal branch.

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