The One-Eyed Purple Finch


We fashioned a bird feeder
To the base of the bedroom window

It’s an old, wooden, tool drawer an inch deep
Filled with black oil sunflower seed

We sit on the foot of our bed
Just next to the glass

The birds land on the edge of the drawer
Just next to the glass

They look at us sitting on our bed
We look at them standing on the drawer

Red-bellied woodpeckers are the favorites
Of my two and a half-year old son

If I have to pick, then my favorite
Are the dark, round Juncos

Downy woodpeckers, nuthatches, chickadees and titmice
Cardinals, gold finches and blue jays
Just next to the glass

Three and a half million people marched in the streets of Paris
Two thousand people massacred in Nigeria
Forty killed in a car bomb in Sana’a
And I saw a one-eyed purple finch

It landed on the edge of the drawer
Just next to the glass

I sat there looking at it
It stood there looking at me


Art by Unknown

Previously published in
A Swineherd’s Journal


4 thoughts on “The One-Eyed Purple Finch”

  1. Here, the juncos come in groups to forage on the ground under the feeder. I like to listen to their chatter. The chickadees are the only ones who talk to me, though, so I guess that’s why they’re my favourites.

    1. Here now it is rainy and the fox squirrel is maurauding while the dogs sleep on the porch. Here too, juncos are on the outskirts waiting for the snow that will bring them to the window.

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