Grackles Poem by Walter Wykes

Grackles



Thousands of black leaves in the trees
When there should be none.

Leaves immune to the cold winter wind,
Leaves with tiny yellow eyes.
Silent. Staring.

A clap of thunder and they take flight,
Almost frightening in their numbers.

They darken the sky,
Then turn, as one,
And settle again on the bare branches.

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