John Lawless Poet Free verse

a Streak of Red

Silvan black
Come the grackles
Shimmering blue streaks
Darting toward the sound
Of bird song glee

Bullies
In Zorro garb
Storm the bird feeder
Black darts
Flung at swaying targets
Challenging
The squirrels reign.

Sparrows 
Root for the stalking cat
To strike
Leap high
A streak of red
Upon the sylvan black

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Jeanette Swan February 23, 2024 at 4:07 AM I like your battle of the bird feeder! I had to look up the grackle - what an interesting name for a bird, now I want to know where the word came from...(from Latin graculus. Another form as 'gracula' which sounds like your bully birds.) Love the Zoro garb, and the crescendo toward the strike. J :)

Gershon Wolf February 22, 2024 at 7:26 PM Better than modern art... I can just visualize the whole scene. Bravo, gw