Each erupted from the grass, then returned en
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 beaks
that punctured the soft earth.
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