I Watch the Starlings

Image of Long Story Short Award - Fall 2020
Image of Poetry
I watch the Starlings,
With their tiny stick legs and bare feet that cling to roof gutters
Their persistent pecking at the stubborn ground,
Their hungry hunting
Their tweeting, chirping, flapping,
Dropping feathers like black sprinkles on the grass.

The Starlings are an odd family
I’m glad I’m moving.