I must revise
my opinion of you. Beautiful—
not terrifying. Tiny and fast and
docile and determined. The calmness
of the Colorado River and Lady Bird
Lake settles as the sun sets.
And we in the boat wait
with your long fingers
and clinging wings to wake. Much chirping
and preparing in the roost before you
emerge from under the Congress
Avenue Bridge to swarm
above the tree line—a 25-mile trek
each way for your nightly
feeding. I must revise.