Blackbirds Poem by Donal Mahoney

Blackbirds



A moment ago,
in a flicker of pique,
with a wave of the hand,
I dispersed them.

Glorious birds,
now they are back,
gold talons wrapped,
roosting.

Glorious birds,
high on a wire,
spearing the nits
in their feathers.

Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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