Early Birds by Ursula Moeller


So early in the year
snow lying patchy on the lawn
sun barely up
pinking the apple tree

I watch a female sparrow
alight at our birdhouse
and poke her head
through the round front door

I’m embarrassed we didn’t
clean out last year’s old nest
of sticks and feathers
and gathered odd bits.

She pushes part way inside
tail sticking out straight
seems to ponder
if it’s worth the work.

Her black-bibbed mate
feathers fluffed full
perches on the roof
cocks his head

Then tries to mount her
while she’s half inside,
strong shake of her body
rejects him.

She emerges twig in beak
drops it down to the ground
seems like it might
be worth the trouble.

He is next inside
and removes his own bit
a tattered old feather.
Is this a commitment?

Rose-breasted juncos
peck seeds below
black crows arc overhead
on their own search.

Tomorrow morning
I’ll check again.


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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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