In the Bur Oak

July 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

I was lying on my back on the bench

of the picnic table, for fifteen minutes

of lunch and blessed shade between work.


Above me, in the branches of the bur oak,

a little black-and-white bird also positioned

himself upside down. He had quite the grip


with those little feet as he skittered along

the bottom of one limb. I thought at first

he was some wild sort of squirrel-creature


but then up along the side he went, his head

well-shaped, movements quick and attentive,

wings folded behind his back. I don’t know why,


but it made me laugh, this bird in the tree moving

along without flight, with some kind of purposeful

hurry, unperturbed as I peered into his aerial home.



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