Bird Songs on the Mesa
i don't feed the birds any more not since Issa came to live with us a killer he is
so i don't encourage the birds i miss the song of the towee outstanding among his class
the magpies are more of a chatter and perhaps the tiny finches do sing in the garden
so softly their song unheard when we did feed the birds and had no cat between us
the neighbor cat rilley would sneak over the fence and hide under the juniper
all the while his excitement dripped from his lips a wild one is he jump on the fence
looks like a wild kabuki dancer his fur flashing this way and that his golden eyes glitter
when the flycatchers return in the spring their song seems more like a cry
that breaks the silence over the sage sometimes i hear an unfamiliar song
and race to the window but often i cannot spot the singer still i know he is there
unidentified there are not many birds on the mesa perhaps it is just too lonely here
August 6, 2016
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