A grackle combs the creek
picking food out with it's beak
the iridescent blue-green head
is shimmering and sleek
until it starts to spread
ebon wings to fly instead
to somewhere with a bit more fare
than this old lumpy bed
and as it lifts into the air
searching, searching everywhere
I wish it luck in finding peace
and long to meet it there.
2 comments:
Bob,
I expect the next place to find the grackle, might be sitting on top of the traffic lights. Huddled together and making so much noise!!!
I especially remember them from my time visitng Austin, Texas..
Eileen
Yes they can be quite noisy but so colorful, thanks for stopping by.
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