Bedrieger Junction

common grackle sonnet

thank you, god, gods, chance,
fate, whatever, for grackles
that gather in the yard.
no matter how many grackles gather,
it’s surprising to see that number.
in the yard, birch branches
need to be gathered,
i need to mow, but
i’ve been invaded by grackles.
invaded, not outnumbered.
i multiply to meet them.
there are other numbers of dandelions
and sweet gum burrs and other things,
but one number of grackles is enough.

– sylvester hobson