poem 4/11/10 – Nests (Kankucho Bird)

Today’s NaPoWriMo 2010 readwritepoem.org challenge: “Some choices lead us straight into the life we’re living, but for this poem, think about one of the things in your life you didn’t choose.”

Made me think of this Buddhist parable, how we forget how things really are in the comfortable moment.

Yeah, I live in Buffalo.
And I don’t know if it is just regional dialect, but “scarfing” means eating.

Nests (Kankucho Bird)

High up in the Snow Mountains
lives the kankucho bird,
and when the sun comes up and warms
the bare branches, the lichen
his beak and feathers
his little world
he settles in satisfied
it’s sleepy sunny

He naps
the day away-
who wouldn’t?
but just last night, like every night
he shivered, bitter, complains- the cold!
vowed to build for himself
a thicker tighter
warmer nest

yes, tomorrow
once the sun comes up
I’ll feel like working then

Every night
every day
yes, he’s alway the same
squawking the frigid night away
then sleeping the sunny day again
he never does build
he never does
for tonight’s cold
he know it’s coming, just complains
the snowy night away
his cry-
I swear!


Spring is here
and I am still here, still
in this city whose very name
is a joke for Winter
and the name of a food, fat and greasy
scarfed at parties, chased with beers
when we want to forget
about all our squawking
about everything
about building
our nests


2 responses to “poem 4/11/10 – Nests (Kankucho Bird)

  1. Pingback: All our geese are swans | Robert Burton

  2. Nice job of capturing the passage of time and the “maybe tomorrow” mentality…

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