Song and fatted heart
Feederflocked, tuned to fluting
whee-uu whee-uu whitwhit
my ears were once the porches
my hunger like the finches
for the caviar in nyjerthistle
seedsocked. Safflower. Sun-
flower. How now?
With only fillercorn and millet
content. The squirrelspill hull.
There was a time I spotted
in the nest. Wintered in the bushes.
There was the time I shattered glass.