Day 1, Home Invasion of
the Ovenbird
It
takes you five walkabout days
of
clearing, tamping
fetching
sticks and hair
weaving
grasses into a dome
of
underbrush, craftily concealed
So
how, senorita from the mount
are
you too busy with song
to
mind whose baby’s in the oven
teacher tea-cher TEAcher TEACHER
In
the full-canopied silence
the
cowbird saunters in, snacks
on
an egg or two
lazily
deposits an imposter and wanders off
in
search of other nests
to
plunder and replenish
Still
you tchip tchip as you bustle about
in
your guide-perfect dutch oven home
unconcerned
even when
the
squatter, hatching first
pushes
a would-be nestmate
your
own feather and bone!
over
the edge
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