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:

Mama Zen said...

Love this!

Guy said...

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

Kathiesbirds said...

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.

Naturegirl said...

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!(:

Kathiesbirds said...

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

Carver said...

I can relate to this poem!

Kathiesbirds said...

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

SandyCarlson said...

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