Each erupted from the grass, then returned en masse
to peck at what they knew would feed them.
The unmown lawn hid the grackles as they dipped,

gleaming heads and tail tips surfacing, foraging
across the expanse, away, then toward the house.
Arising, they broke apart, then returned

to bob in the grass, bodies half-seen, but not
the gleam of their yellow eyes or their
that punctured the soft earth.
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