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The New Bird
August 11, 2006
In spring I heard a new bird across the road. It was red-brown and easy to locate in the young leaves of a maple. I couldn’t figure out what it was, which was pretty thrilling.
Summer has now hidden the bird in leaves and I still haven’t made an I.D. The creek branch has gone dry. A week ago minnows roiled and smothered.
The bird calls. It calls from over my shoulder. In the yard I walk under the ash tree, battered by a nameless din.
by Bill Knight
Categories: Short Shorts
Bill Knight
Oh, Bill, you wonderful subversive.
Thanks so much Zhoen!
Thanks Dave, Beth and Qarrtsiluni for the hall, stage, audience and microphone, not to mention rehearsal time and elocution tips. It’s been a blast!
Thanks for sending something in, Bill. I’m sorry we don’t seem to have many readers right now — everyone’s off on vacation, I think.
Bill, I love this little nugget of yours.
Nameless din indeed.
Delighted that Dave, Beth, and Q shared!
That last line is gorgeous. Wow.
Everything moves so well — the spring to the summer, the maple to the ash, your insistence to the bird’s.
love this poem, bill. gary and i just had a similar experience. it took us forever to find out that the visitor whose song we loved is a red-breasted nuthatch, a very common bird, one we’ve heard before, but just now discovered that we REALLY LOVE – and we had no idea what it was. Can never spot it.
Its song can be heard at this link: http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/id/framlst/i7280id.html
Click on ‘Song’ – thanks again, bill