{"id":2287,"date":"2013-10-30T15:55:09","date_gmt":"2013-10-30T15:55:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2287"},"modified":"2013-10-31T01:39:12","modified_gmt":"2013-10-31T01:39:12","slug":"michael-estabrook-october-2013","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/michael-estabrook-october-2013\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Estabrook, October 2013"},"content":{"rendered":"<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29883\"><b id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29882\">SIX BIRDS<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29881\"><b id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29880\">two crows<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29879\">at the side of the road pecking<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29878\">at something dead, bits<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29877\">of stringy gray flesh in the tips of<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29887\">their yellowed beaks: pecking, pecking,<\/p>\n<p>heads jabbing down striking, glass-eyes<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29876\">glistening in the sun<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29888\"><b>an eagle<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29874\">in the forest, large and brown, drops<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29889\">seemingly from nowhere into nothing as<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29873\">we walk beneath the trees<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29871\"><b>two geese<\/b><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29870\">the river slides before me, tiny smooth<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29902\">ripples, noiseless against the reeds<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29869\">and broken tree branches and thick thick<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29868\">black roots like tired snakes, still winter<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29867\">so no turtles or fish break the surface,<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29866\">only two geese standing stiff as statues,<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29890\">eyeing me and the quiet river too<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29892\">an egret<\/h4>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29893\">stands in the shallows of a pond, poised,<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29894\">elegant, focused, his long beak snapping<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29901\">suddenly like a whip into the water,<\/p>\n<p>stabbing at a plump, brown tadpole,<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29900\">but misses, his beady eyes stare<\/p>\n<p>into the dark water, incredulous, and,<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29899\">if I didn\u2019t know better, a little<\/p>\n<p id=\"yui_3_13_0_1_1383141586614_29898\">embarrassed about it too<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Michael Estabrook: \u00a0After 40 years of working for \u201cThe Man\u201d and sometimes \u201cThe Woman\u201d Michael Estabrook is finally free. No more useless meetings under florescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. He can concentrate instead on making better poems and on pursuing his other interests including: history, art, music, theatre, opera, and his wife who is still the most beautiful woman he has ever known.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SIX BIRDS &nbsp; two crows &nbsp; at the side of the road pecking at something dead, bits of stringy gray flesh in the tips of their yellowed beaks: pecking, pecking, heads jabbing down striking, glass-eyes glistening in the sun &nbsp; an eagle &nbsp; in the forest, large and brown, drops seemingly from nowhere into nothing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2287","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.2 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Michael Estabrook, October 2013 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/michael-estabrook-october-2013\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Michael Estabrook, October 2013 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"SIX BIRDS &nbsp; 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