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Grackles Cackle
by Debbie Cannatella 1/26/2011
Dusk is near
Can you hear?
A line is the shortest distance
between two points
but at dusk a line becomes
random and broken.
High above
grackles cackle.
Perched on lines
their movement shifts
as one flies into
an already crowded perch
like rows of church goers
squeezed into pews
on Sunday morning
shifting over
grumbling,
making room
for the one
that showed up late.
The call begins
a mixture of skwawk and trill
whistle-click-click
the grackles cackle
like Italian Strega
keepers of the village
three wise women
discussing everyone else's business.
A fowl colloquium
Eerie recollection
of stuffed blackbird
pinned to a shoulder
of a running Tippi Hedren.
Blonde bouffant
pecked and teased
by raven stylists
while Hitchcock looks on.
I wince and shiver
as grackles cackle
dusk is near. |
