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Our front lawn swarms with starlings
Puff-black against white
There’s been a wind-swirl overnight
And the blips lay half covered
The birds of course are carnivores
Have small feast these days
Their wasted meat now covered over
An amazing bird
Survives the fiercest storm
Hated generally far and wide
While those less worthy fowl are it seems glorified
Well it’s color
Or in this case lack of
Winter
Dead- ugly winter
Has care for only black and white
Bluebirds
Cardinals
Robins are rare
They wait
Wait to blend with spring
Spring that discharged blunderbuss
When zits of green infest and cover everything
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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