《Cowbirds》歌词

[00:00:00] Cowbirds - Lorraine Feather

[00:00:24] I wake up to the sound of the cowbirds

[00:00:35] Their burbling beautiful cry

[00:00:44] You can see them all day at the cherrywood feeder

[00:00:54] They started appearing in early July

[00:01:07] They are stocky and glossy

[00:01:13] Certainly bossy

[00:01:16] But no more than the jays

[00:01:23] As they finish their feeding

[00:01:28] I begin reading

[00:01:32] Of their curious ways

[00:01:39] They gather no moss

[00:01:42] They carry no leaves

[00:01:45] To fashion fine homes

[00:01:48] In the trees or the eaves

[00:01:51] A cowbird roams the woods until

[00:01:56] She finds a nest that fills the bill

[00:02:03] Snug in a tower of green

[00:02:08] She stays awhile but doesnt brood

[00:02:14] She wont return to offer food

[00:02:20] But simply flees the scene

[00:02:31] Her young one hatches quickly

[00:02:37] And does what hes wired to do

[00:02:44] With a purposeful thrust of his juvenile legs

[00:02:52] He starts to dispose of the resident eggs

[00:03:01] Make short work of the slumbering finches or phoebes

[00:03:13] Who drop to the ground without any sound

[00:03:24] Or he leaves them quite alone

[00:03:31] Soon a stranger arrives to fill his gaping beak

[00:03:40] As if he were one of her own

[00:03:50] The tale will be told in the course of a week

[00:03:58] The latecomers fragile and small

[00:04:06] Will get little or nothing at all

[00:04:17] The dusk is alive with the call of the cowbirds

[00:04:30] The striking display of their wings

[00:04:40] I watch them hold court by the cherrywood feeder

[00:04:49] And quietly ponder the nature of things

[00:05:03] How stars that have died can collide in the night

[00:05:12] Make such a grand show as they spatter

[00:05:21] How sunsets that bring up a groan of delight

[00:05:30] Are filled with particulate matter

[00:05:40] How it hardly seems fair

[00:05:43] That some birds get the boot

[00:05:46] So others can live and grow fat

[00:05:52] Theres a metaphor there

[00:05:56] But its low-hanging fruit

[00:06:00] So maybe Ill leave it at that

[00:06:11] As a stout baby cowbird falls asleep

[00:06:20] To the piteous cheep of a ghost

[00:06:28] And the sound of his mamas mantra:

[00:06:36] May we ever outnumber our host