The Noah’s Bird
The first time he freed her, the waters were high--
what was he thinking?
As if the current waves were grains
and salt for drinking.
So, she returned, resembling her cousin the quail
gasping and grasping for the rail.
The second time, she must have found a treetop--
an olive-sprig of civic pride
and peace, because she brought back
(and in his beard let drop)
Nature's lovely token of her comeback.
The third time she must have seen scant need
to return to the hoary old man
because she disappeared forever--never seen
again, and must have found some out--
orso he reasoned through his doubt
and set about doing what birds do best:
the roundabout creation of a nest.