The Conference Of Birds

THE  CONFERENCE OF BIRDS 

 

Today when doves

echo in soft matching notes

coo coo   coo coo

 

that is me, writing.

 

when the woodpecker

batters his head

into the same tree

 

until the hole

is big enough

to stuff his acorn

 

or the thrasher

standing king-like in the madrone

his crass notes a rasp in spring air

 

that is me, writing.

 

when the hummingbird

makes his sky circles

with the loud pop at the bottom

 

that’s my exclamation!

 

my despair, the red-shouldered hawk

sawing the sky in half

with his screams———

 

kee-yer   kee-yer  KEE-YER

 

when the loud scolds of jays

greedily push at the feeder

knocking seeds from the stand

 

and the faint treble of California quail

cluck in the underbrush

shy and tentative……   chicago  chicago chicago

 

and even the rip sound

of the perigrine pulling

feathers from his kill

 

 

discarding, and selecting

 

 

when the mocker, boisterress with longing

jumps from his branch

in acrobatic turnings

 

and the warblers query

witchita  witchita witchita which?

glitter-flashes of gold in the oaks

 

when the violet-green swallows,

chi veet chi veet, sew the sky back together 

wih their darts and swoops

 

we are flaunting

scolding and cooing

show offs, saying

look at me, look at me .                             

 

-Wendy Wilder Larsen

 

BEAUTIFUL BIRDS OF CALIFORNIA:

WOODPECKER

 

 

PERIGRINE

HUMMINGBIRD

 

QUAIL

 

 

 

 

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