A Grackle on a Porch Guardrail

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    By Tom Farris

    Contributing Poet

     

     

     

     

     

    The small blue-black head was cocked

    Left, and her small yellow eye was immobile

    But looking right at what’s coming.

    Her scrawny twig legs bend,

    Crouching on the guardrail

    As she sees a footstep,

    Cautious, cocks her head right,

    Pushes to spread her wings

    Like arms,

    And embraces flight.

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