It Doesn’t Fit
Reading Jeffers in the garden, I’m surrounded by Brown trasher, American robin, Red-bellied woodpecker, Carolina chickadee, Bluejay, Eastern chimpmunk, Eastern Gray squirrel, herbs, peppers, tomatoes and towering trees.
A Brown thrasher feeds her young.
Flying above me is an iron bird. It doesn’t fit.
Then again, so few things made by man fit.
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Comment from Hayduke - May 22, 2006 at 3:28 pm
I love watching crows flying in playful abandon, mocking the long, straight, boring contrails above, territorial markers of lumbering metal birds.
Stately Great Blue Herons continue a tradition millions of years young, clacking in Pleistocene pleasure.
Contrails foretell the extinction of these artificial flyers, and perhaps their soft, squishy inhabitants.