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.