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| Blackbirds fill the winter cottonwoods. |
Trees of Blackbird Leaves
Limbs so
starkly bare,
no leaves
the wind to share;
cottonwoods
sway slightly there
in brisk
cold winter air.
Soon the
lonesome tree becomes
roost to birds so burdensome;
they bend
the branches from
weight of many
of their own.
For from
surrounding fields
a million
Red-winged Blackbirds yield
to swarm these
wooden keels,
these noisy
feathery beasts of zeal.
Undulating
skeins of black,
synchronized
with flight exact,
to sway with
such rhythmic tact,
stuff my cottonwood
to the max.
Huge flocks
they came with quite the flair,
I amused by
numbers there,
hypnotized I simply stare
in brisk cold winter air.
And then the tree exploded with startled birds when this young Sharp-shinned Hawk came calling! :-)
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