It sounds like a scene
from a horror movie.
The sounds of
screaming, running—
of small feathered bodies
hitting parked cars
and the neighbors’
newly shingled roof.
There should be smoke
rising in the air,
a burnt smell, the persistent
sound of sirens.
No one knows why this happened
though there are theories.
It seems like a warning, a sign,
some kind of foreshadowing.
But it is difficult to piece
these things together,
even for the scientists,
and the fear and helplessness
can’t change anything.
Sometimes it is necessary
for each person to give and then
have faith in people and nature
because although the birds
are real, this is, too:
Outside it is January,
but here inside the house
the cat is warm and drowsy
in the sun, and there is
a fresh cup of coffee
and the crisp sound
of the newspaper pages
as they turn toward each other
and so many other small signs
and portents.
“More than 1,000 Dead Birds Fall from the Sky in Arkansas” by Leah Browning, from In the Chair Museum (Dancing Girl Press, 2013). Presented here by submission of the poet.
Art credit: "Siamese Kitten Sleeping," watercolor painting by Jean Haines.
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