Once Upon a Time Poems

Feeding

I refilled the bird feeder
with seed this morning,
thinking of old losses
with dark circles
under their eyes,
but I found solace
in the quivering
leaves of the branch,
forgiving the squirrel
after it leapt
and in the hovering
of the wood thrush
over my head
with a song carved
from her core,
showing no fear
of her own voice.