A plagued poem
Not a Raven and not a Crow
The Grackles gather in a plague, surrounding my yard
They come in packs, they assault the feeders
Terror to any grubs in the ground they feed and they squel
Some call them a nuisance, but they are there for a reason
Bringing transformative energy
Bequeathing their intelligence to their human caretakers
They line the powerlines. Their squeals deafening
They will not be ignored and will not be relegated behind crows
Crows have a movie, Grackles have the sky
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