Posted by: Peadar Ban | August 5, 2014

A BACKYARD BESTIARY

A BACKYARD BESTIARY

Introduction:

We see all kinds of things in the backyard.  Here are some of them.

Grackles

 

A shadow of Grackles in the trees
In leaves above my head; a plot of them
Whose mere presence brings upset, unease.
The lean, feathered criminals in Congress meet;
Counsel crimes, plunder, ruin to descend.
No songs sing, nor trills repeat
But raw clacks and croaks.  No end
Of mutterings and growls, avian threats
Against my own and others’ peace
From them; who make of buzzards doves,
The clever fox a philosopher, the skunk a love
And timid chickadees of insolent magpies
Who pretend they own rural roads as eagles skies.

Mute among them the Mockingbird stays.
So, too, the Nightingale of sweet songed ways .

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