A cowbird’s liquid note

This entry is part 4 of 15 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2016

—we hear it at the same time, ask
about the source. And in the group,

there’s always someone who self-
assuredly knows, it would seem,

the answer to everything from color
to weight and habitat, mating

rituals. And not just birds:
the subject’s not the issue

so much as how it’s offered—
that bit of smugness floating

its oily film beneath the words,
the chance to show. Or show off.

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Morning Porch Poems: Spring 2016

Leaving the winter pagoda Origin