False Spring

By Stephanie Cox

July 20, 2020

False Spring

Fourteen cedar waxwings cluster in the apple tree. The bright February sun sharpens their dark masks and perky crests as they bounce from branch to branch devouring the rotted fruit beakful by beakful until the apples hang in tatters. Next week, the snow will return on icy winds, the biopsy report will come in, and the credit card will be due. But for now, the birds party on, their inebriated peeps punctuating the breezeless day, oblivious to the kestrel in the giant pine next door whose hunger has yet to awaken.


Stephanie Cox writes and teaches in Boise, Idaho.


Photo by Gary Bendig courtesy of Unsplash

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