misted
in the lower reaches
all
up with
shaky
from the branch, the air
first
bird
invents
itself
it’s
from same old singing
makes
light of it
tips
wing towards
little
dinosaur
so
eloquent wordless
fleet,
dizzy with to watch
generic
in birdiness
all
tangent, vector
it’s
knowing without thinking
we
mainly get about
same
day lovely
where
everything is first imagined
has
to be, how else?
this
now the bird
out
of the box
then
like a cat
mouth
full of feathers
garden
all mine
I
bring you
the
bird
Picture above - Bruno Liljefors’ 1885 ‘A Cat with a Young Bird in its Mouth’
Thanks for this welcome to the garden, Kit, and for this image-rich poem. I particularly like
ReplyDeleteit’s knowing without thinking
we mainly get about
same day lovely
where everything is first imagined
has to be, how else?