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Grackles

 

Their great fan tails

black feathered

beady eyes cast spells

from nether

 

with Grackle glaze

they shimmer

from clicks and clacks

we quiver

 

'cross parking lots

ill-mannered

above our heads

they gather

 

in plagues

defenses wither

from white windshields

deliver.

 

 

 

 

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Trevor Alexander

Wed 21st Nov 2018 20:56

I guess you could equally have a plague of Grockles....?

d.knape

Wed 21st Nov 2018 14:31

flocks of Grackles
are called Plagues
a perfect name
for such a scourge,
what other name
could one give
to these hordes of
Pirate birds.

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