Wednesday, May 30, 2012

The Grackle Dance

Every spring they return to entertain us. They strut about the lawn giving  Zoe the "Beady Eye" as my aunt called it, but paying no attention to us or the camera, unlike my crows who are so camera shy. I love their iridescent neck, their air of purpose. They look like politicians, walking about with their arms behind their backs and rather self important.
A Grackle poem in 3 lines
Beady Eye, 2004, mixed media

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