BY URVASHI BAHUGUNA
Backlit, in the early hours, the birds defy identification.
When the light shifts, I pore over field guides and draw up lists,
And worry about the species that haven’t called around in a while.
I wonder at the new and the unannounced that arrive.
The advent of crows for the first time in a decade feels frightening.
Yesterday, an elusive bird I have been listening to a long time showed itself at dawn and I thought: I must be mistaken, must be overtired to have imagined such an aberration in the pattern of life.
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