carolina wren
there is a carolina wren
calling into
the window
while the four year old
next to me turns her
head in a
click clack
kind of way, teetering
around the table asking
why the bird is talking
to her as she folds her
arms into wings and flys away
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Day one poem and already killing it.
Comparing the human child to the bird is an interesting metaphor for their shared curiosity, and the natural element that still exists in people
Lovely confluence at the end. I think everyone should listen to and talk to birds.
Beautiful poem.
Very nice – I love wrensong and four years olds!
This is a sweet poem.