The Visitor

The Visitor

Red-winged blackbird sits upon the knotted fence,

surveying his lush green territory,

flush with flowers gay.

Crawling vines wind their way up the worn wood

and come to rest along the length of the slats.

As I walk by, he alights into the air-

raucous calls spill out of his beak

when he reminds me that this is his territory.

I am only permitted to step foot upon his sacred land.

He swoops and dives,

streaks of red lick the wind

as he pirouettes and turns at the last second,

warning me off,

pushing me further from his secret nest.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

it captures a moment that feels wild and respectful, an amazing meeting between human and bird.

[LeslieNoel]

Thank you for the comment! It was such a cool experience!