TWO POEMS

Augury//   Birds came to snap their necks against our windows because we’d built this house, glass-walled in the woods / they came to eat the seeds we laid out / inside we watched their comings-and goings, their feeding-squabbling / watched them swing wobble watch us back, little black eyes // At ten I’d had a premonition a storm would knock the nest from my window-tree / saw little birds fall mouths open and in morning / I found them altricial, abandoned / for days they cried, starved despite syringes and cat food, dead in a shoebox / wrapped...

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