creatures like you

i see my first-ever blackburnian-
my whole flesh piques. leaves loosen, some
hang like cocoons, they spin on my eyes axis.

i make out the blank from the asters.
female yellow-breasted chats
double-take in a pecan.

the place fills up with chickadees, who
remember your eyelashes were like a
girls when you thought hard, or
looked down to read.

lady redstarts disappear into hickory
where a blue-edged all around orange and
brown butterfly rotates a half circle, free
of concern as you are now. my thoughts are
the urn in which such creatures sleep.