This poem is taken from PN Review 175, Volume 33 Number 5, May - June 2007.
Four PoemsBeginning with Flapping
The fly doesn't flap her wings she doesn't flutter them
what does she do what does the fly do what does the
hummingbird do for I have seen the hummingbird
suck from the bluebell or is it even bluebell and does the hummingbird
suck or sip does the fly flap or flutter and what does the pigeon
in his daily excursions do is he a flapper or a flyer
or a glider OK hawks glide of that I can be sure hawks glide
and seals flap their flippers on the rocks in the north west shores
of Scotland I do not cry out after the seal I do not wonder often
about the platypus as it sparkles in the waters of New Zealand
huh I saw a squirrel scamper and nibble and once a squirrel kind of
looked at me funny and then scampering and nibbling at the same time
scurried up a tree which was as far as I know in the process of
growing though it could have been dying as there was a mysterious
bulge in the tree a mysterious bulge as if some infection or tumour
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