Thrasher

This bird like a whistle—
do you hear it? A Curve-billed Thrasher
everywhere you turn. On a cholla cactus
or lounging at the bird bath,
ready to join our noisy existence.

Do you see what he sees? Of course not.
If you zoom to his eye—
his shocking golden eye—
you would see a golden world,

as Monet turned the world blue
looking at it through his piercing blue eyes.

Thrasher, why do you whistle like you do?

They say you’re whistling for a cab
but that’s not true,
not here, in this Sonoran desert.
Is it a greeting or a signal of danger—
which are you? Please notice me. I am.

He’s whistling at you again this morning as you walk by…
“Hi gorgeous! Hi! You look gorgeous today!”