Flicker

Flown in fresh from the night,
begging for breakfast through my window; 
Peck.  Peck.      Peck?
Blink.  Blink.      Blink?

You cock your head,

Please?
But I can see your fullness
and you don’t fool me.
This is not your first stop for seed.

You display the whole sky on your burly chest –

crescent black moon sideways
over firmament,
flecked in astral bodies
and that brilliant flash  

of red-orange sea

that catches sunlight
as you swoop swoop now
away across the field
in your unmistakable amplitude.