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.