Best Grackle Poems

Today, I saw a grackle
(fam. Icteridae) -- a common sight --
braving the wind atop a post
among parked (and moving) cars.

Feathers ruffled in the gusty air,
it...

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Give a pigeon just a smidgen
And his friends will flock to share
While each sparrow’s focus narrows,
Wond’ring if it’s worth the dare.

Soon a robin may come...

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This morning it’s enough to sit by the sea
Playing my fingers across the crest of the waves
And watch the sun blossom over the tops of...

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I researched the earth's endangered species list and this is what I found.
There's everything on the list from A to Z - rare species just...

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I am certain to move

so you may see

deeper shades of me

see me from 

shadows shades

or light rays

Blink your eyes and

I will change.

And If by chance...

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The songs of birds can be heard
send a message without a word.
Skeptics say they're just sound
others find them quite profound.
A peaceful call to nature's mind
from...

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spectacles crackle...
tortured song of the grackle
menthol can’t tackle...

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Sentries of the night stand guard in perfect formation
Across the stretch of wire, like clothespins on a line
While speckled flocks of grackle stain the landscape
Spots...

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A drifting cloud anchors itself on the hillside
 Where admiral butterflies on warm breezes glide
 Beneath a sky of azure where meadows abide
 There are...

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Some feathered friends chirp tunes that are rather melodious,
While others belt out refrains that are downright odious!
For instance, did you ever hear such an atrocious...

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I can't
Now that that name 
Has dominated my life,
An evensong with
Everlasting lyric
That at times when I may
Be still
I can recite through memory.
It is yet still...

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A flood of grackles,
black-leafing the tree
who seem to’ve forgot
that its not
Winter;
it’s Spring and everything
is about to flower.

Eva says they are starling
and they may be.
She says...

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Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...

Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle

of myself, trying to tackle
a...

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On the night when vessel 
was empty
grackle did not sing.

For the sake of honey,
smelling a dead city, after
the rape of a daughter.

A black buck jumps...

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We wait for tickets on a bench, 
Free Shakespeare time, in Central Park.
The local sparrows hope to wrench
Some crumbs, so they are on their mark.

The...

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