Poetry by Charles Weld
Three or four inches apart and nose to nose,
the screech owl squints out in comatose half-doze
as Thoreau peers into the red oak’s hole in one of those
unexpected meetings. Confused at first, he knows
it’s not a
When he understands, he strokes it with a finger, and its repose,
he reports, gets deeper. Slits that
I suppose this could be the same owl he later spies as he rows
up the Assabet in October. Tying his boat, he tiptoes
up from behind, scooping it from
out over the water. This owl, wrapped in a handkerchief, goes
home in his pocket to be caged for the night. Mobbing crows
expose screech owls’ daylight perches—one of Thoreau’s
reliable alerts. Ours is an after-midnight whinny of tremolos.
We lie in bed, eager for what the neighbors’ woods disclose.
About the Poet
Charles Weld’s poems have appeared in many literary magazines (Southern Poetry Review, The Evansville Review, Worcester Review, Ellipsis, Coe Review, Descant,Confluence, Snakeskin etc.). Pudding House published a chapbook of his work, Country I Would Settle In, in 2004. Kattywompus Press published another chapbook Who Cooks For You? in 2012. His poems were included in FootHills Publishing’s anthology Birdsong in 2017. A mental health counselor, working in an agency treating youth, he lives in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York.
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