From the bird seed that I spilled Grows a bloom with eyes like wheels That turn the way the sky chases clouds On spindle legs and crooked wings It gathers bottle caps and things That make a jangle noise That – though voiceless – breathless sings The birds all watch with care and chance As the petals fold and dance A hunger in their tourmaline misrule With whetted beaks and silvered claws In flock and fury pierce the hide Of the creature that, in obeisance stays Til leaves rent and eyes sky-blind Fire yellow from inside Takes wing and flies into the sun
