Mon, Nov 25, 4:33 AM CST

Writer's Forum Challenge - Poetry

Entry #1 by auntietk

Grackles At Dusk 
 
 
They're always somewhere.

During the day
You'll see them
Here and there,
Just one or two.

At night,
Who knows?
It's dark ...
They're dark ...
They could be
Anywhere.

But at dusk,
That liminal hour,
They gather.
Flock after flock,
All heading in the same direction.

They're on their way to
Any busy corner,
Social creatures
In search of a party.

Happy hour is
Wherever there is an abundance
Of lines and signs.
 
Every telephone wire
For blocks around
Supports grackles
Sitting shoulder
To shoulder to
Shoulder to shoulder
To shoulder.

Singing down the sun,
Ushering out the day,
Welcoming the night,
Every dusk
Is reason for celebration.

Faithful as any
Congregation,
They are never absent
At the appointed hour.

Some people find them
Bothersome.
In large groups
They are known as
An Annoyance of Grackles,
Which should tell you
Something.

Personally,
I like their commitment,
Tenacity,
Dedication to ritual.
 
Their nightly appearance
Is one of those things in life
That provides predictability
And a sense that
All is right with the world.

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