Wednesday, May 2, 2018

KITCHEN CHICKEN


Towhees are like little chickens,
they like to pecks and scratch.
They think our kitchen floor
is the happy hunting ground.
I remember my grandmother
sitting by the stove, coffee mug in hand
while the towhees pecked at her feet.
Lately our drab towhee has taken a shine
to the Afghani rug in the living room
that matches her orange ass.
Perhaps she looking for a place
to nest, or she's the nestling
I once raised in the lemon bush.
Today she examined the floorboards,
dragging her wing along the molding
as if making a statement
about my housekeeping habits,
then exits, singing an aria of disapproval
with her one-note song.

5/2/18

Towhee visitor
Towhee in the Kitchen
Rescuing a Towhee Chick
DEATH OF A SONGBIRD, BASTILLE DAY

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