New Bird
So who is this new bird a-treed in my yard
With a call so unusually stark?
I have dozens of trees here with feathery folks,
But not one with a sound like this bark.
He maybe she gives out two too-loud bleats,
And the first time I heard it today,
I thought it was FedEx or else UPS
Backing up in my private roadway.
As I listened longer, it tweeted again;
The noise sounded like a hinge squeaking
Or maybe a driver that pounded his brakes
With two jabs (and interior shrieking).
I can’t see the bird, though, because of the leaves
It’s June and the greenery is deep.
Birdie’s welcome to stay here as long as it likes A
nd continue to bleat out CHEEP CHEEP.
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Just love the mix of nature and mechanical sounds, imagery in this. The contrast really makes this poem great. Thanks.
I agree with Allen, your metaphors make the bird sound invasive. I wondered if “he maybe she” was human! Great poem.
I agree with Allen & Amy. There are so many things in nature that can grate, but like the intrusive UPS truck backing up, can deliver delightful things to our lives.
You had me at the first line. Love “a-treed”
I do hope it’s a mockingbird. We had one who would make construction machine noises once. This poem does a great job at describing how jarring these birds can be sometimes