When the rain stops,
female fledglings
crowd the six-perch feeder,
newly-successful
at feeding themselves.
They refuse to
make room for
the slightly larger
female who might
have laid their clutch,
brooded, and fed them.
They’re not a bit
deferential as they
hold their places.
How easy to
anthropomorphize.
How hard not to.
Martha Christina is a frequent contributor to Brevities. Longer work appears in Innisfree Poetry Journal, Naugatuck River Review, earlier postings of Red Eft Review, and most recently in Star 82 Review, and Crab Orchard Review. She has published two collections: Staying Found (Fleur-de-lis Press) and Against Detachment (Pecan Grove Press).
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