Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Grackles

Grackles,
falling like a plague on my feeders,
feeding like locusts in a  frenzy,
black leaves in autumn--here,
and then gone
Migration.

~Kathie Adams Brown

8 comments:

  1. Hi Kathie

    Nice poem but I love the grackles here. We do not get that many, a few days in spring a couple more in the fall and they head out to plague you. And the iridescence is so lovely

    Regards
    Guy

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  2. Momma Zen, thanks!

    Guy, I love the iridescence also but I hate it when they devour all my food! I don't mind when they are just passing through but I had to do battle with them all summer.

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  3. Kathie I suppose you don't mind the Grackles pigging out since they have a long migration.
    BTW I am seeing the poison ivy change color in my woodlands!Perhaps I'll put on a pair of boots and look for the berries!
    Wonderful poetry on your blog!(:

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  4. Thanks Nature Girl! I do hope your poison ivy rash has healed up!

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  5. Carver, thanks! I am sure many people can as they move through an area.

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  6. This is great and makes me think of hungry children.....

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