Out In The Air

Vintage Words



Huge birds were chasing a small wren

and the food fight was on over a scrap

of orange. I did not know birds ate oranges.

Muste tight out there battling for scraps with



A  big robin stole it from the lil brown bird

(not enough color to his breast ffor his liking,

I suppose) and the cowbird, blue head shining,

brown feathers below the neck bones

glistened as if oiled when he took the orange

peel from Christopher Robin 

and flew away with it.


When the blue jay showed up, the drama

was done, the scratching around under a hedge

was a ritual humans do but never fully

appreciate. Goodbye blue jay, goodbye

Chris Robin. Goodbye wren. Goodbye.








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