Dead Blackbirds
A dead blackbird here
A dead blackbird there
Six more dead blackbirds
Over there and there and there.
New Year’s Eve 2011.
I counted five, six, twelve, maybe twenty-seven.
Wait! Four more. We are up to thirty plus eleven.
Dead blackbirds on roofs. Dead blackbirds on walks.
Dead blackbirds in trees. None have their squawks.
Only in Arkansas, right? Someone said.
A year later in Kansas, a dead blackbird fell on my head.
Maybe but I do not know, I quickly replied.
Then I saw another, so I ran off to hide.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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