March 2020
Clela Reed
clelareed@gmail.com
Bio Note:  I'm a former teacher who enjoys travel and, when not shooing deer from my garden, baking and writing with my husband in our woodland home. My latest publications are Or Current Resident (Aldrich Press, 2019) and Silk (Evening Street Press, 2019).

Pondering

Bird at my window wants to see
what this hapless beast might be—  
furless featherless, 
wriggling sprouts for paws
like a great misshapen grub 
(no fangs, no claws), 
something vulnerable
as winter fleas
yet big, exposed to the trees
beyond the window and the sky,
toweling itself dry.
 
Bird cocks its head from side to side
and tries to decide
how this appendaged, pink
worm-in-great-danger,
this wingless moth bod
without needle or bristle,
can pucker its beakless mouth
so casually
and whistle.
©2020 Clela Reed
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