Feeding The Blackbirds Poem by Raymond Farrell
Feeding The Blackbirds
Today
As I sit
Under the locust tree
The air feels damp
Clouds
Are rapidly moving in
Feeling
A drop or two
Of rain
I put
My book in my bag
And bring out
The dried remains
Of a box of crackers
The blackbirds
With their distinct yellow bills
Have already gathered
In expectation
Hurriedly
I crush up
The dried crackers
Scatter them on the ground
Shoulder my bag
And leave.
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