No Title

NO TITLE 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