Poem: “Cowbirds”


Cowbirds chatter, black winged clouds,
Thousands, fruit that sits in branches,
Flocks that wheel above in crowds

If this planet were a tree
And there were far and near observers
Would we seem the same as these?

Cowbirds chitter, wheel and curse,
Descend and roost where they find room,
Cowbirds of the universe

In that mob of shrilling birds
Voices chanting hymns in verses,
Glory I have heard

But faintly through the clacking mob,
Beaks and throats and wings aquiver,
Keen to peck and push and rob

October 6, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."