The cowbird won
The past few days I've noticed
an influx of birds at the feeder.
One bird in particular
oversized, under developed,
gaping with its beak ajar.
The cowbird won again
Ever diligent the sparrow
teaches, feeds, raises,
with an open heart.
The adoptive parent
who never had a clue
but carried on
just the same.
watching the seasons
This month was very forward,
almost rude in its abrupt
changes - winter to spring.
It seems it got to the punchline
before setting up the joke.
Perhaps it had to
noting the wheels were off the track
noting that it was May and very few blooms
were there to transform the brown forest floor
into the magical realm of intrigue and curiosity
as we longingly poke under leaves searching for the sign
that the cold, barren, existence will soon come to an end.
Early morning the sun dapples light on the ferns
The smell of warm earth
woody yet sharp
rolls up from the ground to fill my lungs
A deer snorts as I disturb her rest
birds chut at my intrusion
Slowly, slowly, we settle into a calm understanding of peaceful observance
I sit and become the scene while the baby birds wait for their meal
Momma bird sees I am no threat continues her mission
A flurry of activity surrounds me as I sit
I become insignificant
I become everything
Since 2015 we have been exploring and sharing all the amazing things we’ve found in nature.
Emily is an Ohio Certified Volunteer Naturalist who is most often found out in the woods.