Of a Blackbird Looking at Thin Trees Sway (with apologies to Wallace Stevens)

 1. 

The trees move and I am
Not moving.

2.
My eye is not the only eye.
There is one other.

3.
I fly between the branches
But do not find a perch--too many leaves falling.

4.
I am alone as a blind eye. I was once
Not alone. I have forgotten why.

5. 
The wind whistles in the branches
And I whistle--the sounds exactly the same.

6.
Ice on the grass this morning. Soon the snow
Will catch my shadow as I pass from tree to tree.
I know exactly why I am here.

7.
I watch for the one with talons.
I cannot chase him like the little ones.
I think of him, at night, huddled on the opposite
Side of the black bole. 

8.
I know all the inflections of birds and of branches.
They know
That I can sing louder than the moon.

9.
From above, the trees look like black suns
Against the dying grass. There is no
Perch at the center of a sun.

10.
My fellows cry out as they pass.
They see these trees with my eye
And do not want them for their own.

11.
I do not fear anything
And nothing fears me
Except the trees.

12. 
I must be going soon--
Once the river and the trees
Stop moving.

13.
The dark grows long as day
And there are no more leaves.
The snow stings my eye.
I have already left 
Before I fly.