In the Flower Garden
I am setting out young seedlings when
suddenly pandemonium erupts
in a nearby stand of weeping birches.
A jackdaw swoops toward me
with three fieldfares in hell-bent pursuit.
I feel the hot-edged swoosh of black wings.
The thief jettisons a blue, red-speckled egg.
Turn your back only for an instant.
The stolen egg at my feet oozes into the grass.
I lay down my trowel, remembering
an Easter Sunday morning,
the ambulance, the weak pulse.
The pursuers come back.
A female lands in our apple tree
and goes bird-berserk.
2 replies on “In the Flower Garden”
Your language is so strong and beautiful, expressing the “pandemonium,” and the foreshadowing of “turn your back for only a minute” tucked into stanza 3 made me catch my breath. Thank you.
there is a sense of urgency beneath the peace in this poem, I really enjoyed reading this. thanks for sharing!