Still More Birds: Two Glimpses

This afternoon I took the terriers up along the Morgan Road & we saw a couple of wrens in the ditch weeds -- couldn't tell exactly what kind because they flitted away too quickly, but they had a prominent eye stripe. At the other end of the size scale, I heard a raven (not some†measly crow) croaking away down by the river where I've heard them before. Then caught a brief glimpse of him (or her) through the trees just before we got caught in a downpour. The sun came back out as we turned for home.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

2 thoughts on “Still More Birds: Two Glimpses”

  1. Henri’s Valentine

    I can freeze into sculpture
    if I see two wrens approach shyly
    for I too am shy and see
    they just want the water
    left in the ditch next
    to me for I too am
    next to me and so I watch
    as he leads the way
    hoping he wonít see
    me as he drifts up
    into the crotch of
    of a red tree she
    hopping close behind
    the scene is so still
    I suddenly realize
    Iíve never been happier
    in my whole life except
    the real epiphany
    came later as usual
    in the anti-climax
    of sleep and love.

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