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Illustration by Claire Scully

Twinkle, Twinkle, Vogel Staar

Whistle a little Mozart to a starling in a cage. If it knows humans as creatures that sing and are sung to, the bird will shut its beak. It will arch its starling neck, bending toward your puckered lips.

A Field Guide to the Birds of the Upper Yaak

A misty rain, no wind from the west, 
Clouds close as smoke to the ground, 
                                                      spring's fire, like a first love, now gone to ash, 
The lives of angels beginning to end like porch lights turned off 
From time zone to time zone, 
                                          our pictures still crooked on the walls, 
Our prayer, like a Chinese emperor, always two lips away, 
Our pockets gone dry and soft with lint. 
Montana morning, a cold front ready to lay its ears back.