ALL THOSE LITTLE BROWN BIRDS

A poem by Jane Piirto

dappled, the differences
like trying to tell twins apart


(one has a mole on his chin, one doesn't)

eastern phoebe/least flycatcher
brown thrasher/sage thrasher
wood thrush/Swainson's thrush
ovenbird/northern waterthrush
house sparrow/Harris' sparrow
swamp sparrow/song sparrow

not to mention wrens or grebes

How do they recognize each other?
when mating time comes
are they psychic bi-racial monogamous
homosexual androgynous misogynous
polygamous do they secrete species'
signals? wrinkle their eyebrows?
wiggle a nose? wink? sneer?
sing the old school song?
How do they recognize each other?
when mating time comes
are they psychic bi-racial monogamous
homosexual androgynous misogynous
polygamous do they secrete species'
signals? wrinkle their eyebrows?
wiggle a nose? wink? sneer?
sing the old school song?
this bird
this he she fledgling winter summer
mating plumage nesting flying
won't stop long enough
for me to check my book. 
my book is no help. 
like trying to find a friend's friend
at a football game.  He's the one
you can't miss him
with the medium brown hair
it used to be short
but it might be long
he might be gray by now
wide shoulders
usually wears a brown sweater
crew neck
getting a pot belly
but might be jogging
hawk nose bird legs
usually perches and waves
his arms in a fierce yell
at the 50-yard line
you'd know him anywhere
71" more or less

Poem by Jane Piirto
First published in Calyx, 3: ;(3).  February, 1979. p. 29.
© Jane Piirto.  All Rights Reserved.