A tale of two cowbirds

Corinna was
Orrin’s mother.
What he didn’t know was that
Barry was not his
indigenous father.
Rowland had planted his seed,
determined to procreate

conveniently, to only have
one thing to do
with it.
Barry loved Orrin like his own. Orrin
Rita when he was fifteen, and boy
did Rowland’s pride swell when he heard about it.

– James Steerforth

Sort of a Jacobean tale of two cowbird men for Totally Optional Prompts. Are certain behavior patterns really hereditary?

The above photo of a giant cowbird is by Tom Davis; it is from his page Photos from Brazil 2006, which has many other excellent bird pictures.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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6 Responses to A tale of two cowbirds

  1. Like father, like son, hereditary, genetic memory, call it what you will but these things do seem to happen.

  2. Linda Jacobs says:

    Like father like son, huh? So many kids do what they observe! Some parents don’t know how powerful thier influence can be. This is an excellent poem!

  3. paisley says:

    very ingenious… right down to the planting…..

  4. This is a very cleaver take on the prompt. Really good1 I skipped this one. My mind was tired. Well done. Shows a lot of thought.


  5. Sorry for typo. I meant very clever, lol


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