It seemed the heavy bird mumbled a word

It seemed the heavy bird mumbled a word
when it flew by in less than an instant
after I hadn't moved a while. The ancient
feathers, the fossils of a singing bird,

its hollow bones disclose a musical chord
in the dull light. The syllabic sentences
of a manly animal, the awful, prescient
thought of the moving bayou. She whispered

her name under the leaves and this section
of the pasture is all ours. In the dense
underbrush grow blackberries, the fictions

design her beyond comprehension. The suspense
of a rising yellow Moon, I had a vision
of her dazzling beauty in the nonsense.