Bird Watching
Last summer in Tennessee
Sidney offered her binoculars the better to
see an indigo bunting perched on a power line.
This spring in Kentucky a tufted titmouse
scolds me as I walk under an ancient ash.
She wants to nest in a tree hole.
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Love the photo and your poem. Both brought a smile to my face and a brief, sweet lightness to my day!
Lovely, Gabi! The tufted titmouse is my favorite bird, and two days ago one came closer to me that ever before. With binoculars it was spectacular. So if I write a poem, it’s not a copy cat, OK?
How Sweet!
This is such a great poem. I love the economy in the clear, blunt “She wants to nest in a tree hole” compared with the more-flowing previous sentences.
Enjoyable poem and great photo!
Gaby—love the sounds in this poem! And, we need more poems about our neighborhood birds! Thank you
I love the economy in this poem – each stanza is haiku-like; the first, in Tennessee, describes an interaction between two birdwatchers (Sidney and the speaker) & the second, back in Kentucky, encapsulates an encounter between a tufted titmouse and the speaker (it is scolding the speaker, who intuits the bird’s desire). This is a poem of great warmth that travels a great distance and makes delightful connections.