Brewer’s Blackbird

a little black bird
with coal soot beak,
on the city street.
he serenades. some crusty bread.
gurgles, clacks, and squawks,
and shakes. a wing. into. the wind-
riling a dusty flock.
at this cotillion, dim pigeon
pouts. his city-soiled breast.
and croons an , old-time-y
love-ballad , about his
scrappy, city, nest.
the pigeon’s, pink toe
two step. on gum-stuck cement -compete
with the iridescent head
, shuffling feet ,
and little black bird’s -jamboree.
By Heather O’Connor


Copyright © – Heather O’Connor 2003