Grackle

By John I. Blair

The glossy, bossy grackle
Swaggers through the grass,
His beady yellow eyes
Staring, glaring
At everything in sight
That might be weak.

Slender as a sword
And black as night
He displays
A classy form
Belying bullying ferocity –
Count Dracula reborn
With feathers
And a beak.

©2015 John I. Blair