Grackles
Wings monger air.
A host of defrocked preachers
buckle and swag.
Mobs clique and crowd in clusters.
Grackles,
skip, jump, and plunder on.
The birds pilfer, promenade,
scrum, pluck,
lift off swearing
in an avian Yiddish.
Heaven is rocked
by their thimble-sized storms.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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