Failing Wings
I am old and tired.
Soon I won’t be able to fly,
then I’ll die.
There used to be many Grackles
soaring and displaying
in fields and towns
before humans drove us away
from feeding grounds.
So we went to the shore
where for a while
we entertained humans
walking fast on our long legs,
flashing our lustrous tails.
But there are fierce competitors,
gulls, pigeons, crows
who drive us away.
No one notices as we disappear
and it’s as if we never were,
for no one ever sees
a dead Grackle.
Author: Gary Beck
Photo: Greg Sellentin on Unsplash
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