The grackle is a common place blackbird, i find them quite charming and elegant with their long extravagant tails. They skip on my wall, and swoop down when the lawn grass is freshly cut. Maybe they like the scent of cut grass. On the wall they are brave and curious at the same time. I never tire of looking at them. I talk to them sometimes, they draw nearer when they hear my voice. They whistle outside my closed window. I peek at them behind the closed panes.
skip of grackles
across a church lawn...
sun bright day
--gillena cox
Dear Lunch Break Friends; Thursday April 24 is 'A Poem In Your Pocket Day' , please remember to join in the 2014 celebration here, by stopping over on the 24th to share a poem. Revisit the 2013 celebration here