Łčíčšeʔ
She is a wood warbler 
hatched 
            into madness.          She 
emerged 
from milky shell   earthen brown blotches 
not Rorschach   not robin   but warbler. 
Open-mouthed                   swallow of hard- 
chipped notes, calls            smothered 
inside  
            her smoke-gray chamber of throat. 
Dis/appearing between branches           
muted yellow-green 
            tail feathers and body dainty   clawed toes 
white lines half-circle            her eyes 
sense but can’t see 
at the center of night     movements         
misfire 
misreads the body 
                                                responds on its own. 
Copyright © 2019 by Heather Cahoon. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 5, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.
