Grackles

Grackles I rambled along a city street Going nowhere with no one to meet. When I espied grackles in a tree, Stretching and heckling between the leaves. Purplish headed, black feathered beings. Perched on the branches, stately and free. Undaunted by my drawing nearer, Their yellow eyes traced my demeanour. And when I stopped to observe the plague, While standing ‘neath the foliage shade, They dropped to the ground and hopped around Searching for bugs and seeds to swallow down. Other birds in the vicinity Colourfully dressed and singing brightly Flitted about but could not drown out The grackles’ cacophony here about. Their corny antics invoked my senses To marvel that such creatures existed. And as I continue my dreary way, In this world of bland human display, I think of them enjoying summer Filling my heart with spirited wonder. And chuckle to myself by chance to see Grackles basking in tall broadleaf trees.