(A busy urban street),
I noticed quite a gathering
Not far from my two feet.
Upon
a sewer grate I saw
Some starlings pecking ‘round
Although I didn’t even
See a crumb upon the ground.
Some starlings pecking ‘round
Although I didn’t even
See a crumb upon the ground.
Their
beaks dipped down, oblivious
To passersby or wheels,
Intent on filling up on what,
To them, comprises meals.
To passersby or wheels,
Intent on filling up on what,
To them, comprises meals.
A
couple flew away, replaced
By new ones in a flash,
Not plentiful as pigeons but
On city streets, as brash.
By new ones in a flash,
Not plentiful as pigeons but
On city streets, as brash.
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ReplyDeletethe original title of this poem was "grackles on a grate," but when i googled to confirm that the birds i saw were, indeed, grackles, i discovered that they were starlings. poetic license only goes so far...
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