Redwing Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Red-wing

For thirsty, the water
Shapes of lake, spring
Hungry, forms of food

And Red-wing,

This small solid black
(Bird of woods)

Only scent of the wood
Mean to say: “Still alive.”

Her chicks chirped loud, louder:
“Want more food for hunger.”

She flew back and forth
Brought food; helped and fed.

The chicks were in the nest
The nest was in hanger
Storage of the woods
Cut and formed
Even dead
Wood is
Wood.

Since still the essence
Gave them life.