Continuing this week with the “what makes a poem” question, here’s a poem, a found poem, a prose poem . . . a what?

What do you think?

That Female Ovenbird*

That female Ovenbird who nested up in the woods behind our house and who arrived here on May 25th, left Jamaica on May 8th. On the 9th she spent the night near Miami, having just made it to the main-land. She spent May 10th through the 16th resting and eating near the border of Florida and Georgia. On the 17th she was near the mid-coast of South Carolina. May 18th in western North Carolina, on the border of Virginia, not far from Brett and Diana’s house. On May 19th she was in northern Virginia, near the border of West Virginia. From May 20th through the 24th she again rested and ate in southeastern Pennsylvania, near where I lived almost 50 years ago. On May 25th she arrived here in our woods above our house. Imagine such a trip
in just 17 days!

I know all this because this particular Ovenbird had a geolocator attached to her back, which recorded her movements northward.
*from an article I read in Field Notes, Vermont Center for Ecostudies, Vol 5, Issue 1, Spring 2012

And, do you think this geolocator is an invasion of the ovenbird’s privacy? Lemme know.

More next week.

Sincerely, David Budbill
28 May 2012