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.
Are You Reading Me?
Bob,
ReplyDeleteI 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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