Common Grackle you
visit on Boxing Day
through copper
framed Sycamore hanging
underneath two red-crowned cranes
and three crows
not yet a murder
rumor has you at the scene
taking out the smaller
birds your sunspot eye
piercing the Solstice
You’re no bully
not an angry jester
a thief or a liar
Sibley says you prefer junipers
are heavier than a blackbird
calls your voice unmusical
I like your keel tail
iridescent privacy
gregarious song
without accusation
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