Black birds swooping down, from the Elm tree,
While my dog soundly sleeps.
They land two feet from her,
And tilt their heads,
As if to see,
If she is actually asleep.
Then quickly they jump,
On her dog food bowl,
And each takes a dog food chunk.
Then they mosey over,
To the water bowl to soak them.
Once they are soft enough,
They down them hungrily.
At this particular time,
Glenda chooses to awaken.
Her teeth bared, the grackles take flight.
5/5/11 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think the Grackels will inherit the earth someday, maybe by that time we won't need it anymore lol.