Best Grackles Poems

Grackles on landmarks,
no severe cold from the North...
no need to migrate.  
....

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'News' may simply be
an acronym,
North, East, West, South,
Space-time continuum

Headlines capture minds—
Imagine the water cooler buzz
if the front-page news was:
"A Plague of Grackles!"
"A Murder of Crows!"
"A...

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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...

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I am monster
the Osiris of lost souls
lurking in the moonlit shadows
I am Frankenstein unbound
among hungry crows and grackles
I creep over the scared ground
of good and...

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The American eagles left their warm nests
before snow fell on the evergreen pines and spruces,
so did the ravens, grackles and petrels...
hidden among the white mountains,...

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It started with the usual
crows, grackles, starlings,
even the chickadees 
were appropriately capped.
Broken up a bit by 
a red winged blackbird 
and again by cardinal. 
But...

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Birds
~~~~
Grackles and Finches
After years they have returned
Guess I should be glad....

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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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Birds seen flying together in large flocks tonight
Words of warning sounds emit as coos and cackles
Herds of cows start running toward the barn door light
Blurred...

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Just outside my window,
As I sip my morning tea,
The crossroads of the local bird world,
Rain or shine, is there to see.

It dangles from a shepherd’s...

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I miss the nuances of daily life
while weeks are frozen in this quarantine.
I miss the lost normalcy of my days
in all aspects, obvious and unseen.
I...

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Atop some long ago rusted train trestle
now rests a forgotten broken clay vessel,
shattered where only ghosts of ancient freight trains run.
Such was the wish of...

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The pigeons bob their heads and strut
And pause to do some pecking.
Their throaty conversations
Interfere not with their trekking.

A sudden startle sets them
With a flutter in...

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Waiting for the light to change
(A busy urban street),
I noticed quite a gathering
Not far from my two feet.

Upon a sewer grate I saw
Some starlings pecking...

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This week our play at self-distancing and living amid a pandemic became real. Before the empty shelves and cancelled events were annoying but we had...

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