Too generous
I threw out stale
Jelly donuts to my
Friends the grackles
Along with their seed
And now one poor
Fellow staggers and falls
His foot plunged deep
In soft raspberry center
Free at last he rolls and flies
Perching one-legged on a birch limb
He cranks the other foot
Up and down in the morning air
To see if it will dry
And yells at me
Shuddering with rage
Or the sheer feeling of repellent novelty
“Do you mind telling me
What the hell this is
I’ve got between my god-damned toes?”
Bill Bauer
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4 comments:
Oh, oh, I have to admit, just on the strength of that poem, I love your Bill.
(Still chortling.)
Grackles: the picture of indignation...
Oh, this is priceless. I want more from Bill now. :)
Great story as for me. It would be great to read something more concerning this theme.
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