Birds of a Feather
The grackles squawk and peck at one
another in a fight for the fattest
cricket among the several
that hop across the tire-stained pavement.
Contention over market share
is bred in them and we are cousins
in the chromosome
for fluffed and strutting dispute.
another in a fight for the fattest
cricket among the several
that hop across the tire-stained pavement.
Contention over market share
is bred in them and we are cousins
in the chromosome
for fluffed and strutting dispute.
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More than a little bird in us.
Other stories by Gary Hardaway
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And here I thought it was socially imposed.*
Excellent lines.
No more line between us and them. And for whatever reason - the White Album - "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da" come to mind. I like the poem. *
I admire brevity. I aspire to brevity. You set the bar high.
"fluffed and strutting"
John McCain? Congress in general?
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You got it in spare, but accurate words. Good analogy.
Thank you, Amanda, Hemrod, Sam, Sally, Jake, and Patti.
for fluffed and strutting dispute
the whole poem*
Thanks for reading "April."
Thank you, Ginnah.
Yup. Nature is serving the poem well. Tire-stained pavement doesn't let us forget we are talking about human behavior. *