starling
raze
i
didn't
notice
the
severed limb
half
-hidden
in
the
mess
of
your
plumage
until
i
studied
the
day's
photographs
.
i
sought
it
out
and
held
it
between
thumb
and
forefinger.
a
thing
so
thin
i
could
have
snapped
it
like
a
dry
twig. morsels
of
meat
were
still
attached
to
a
few
of
your
torn
-out
feathers
.
ants
swarmed
to
gorge
themselves
on
what
hadn't
already
been
eaten
.
i
thought
of
fast_food
chicken
that
was
more
skin
than
sinew.
awful
as
you
were
to
me
,
i'm
relieved
i
wasn't
around
to
see
you
being
stripped
of
all
that
made
you
move
.
when
my
time
comes
to
be
peeled
like
an
orange
by
a
predator's toothless
mouth
,
i'll
meet
you
on
a
bridge
made
of
our
bones
,
and
we'll
peck
at
puddles
under
a
thin
sliver
of
moon
.
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...
epitome of incomprehensibility
I
like
their
oily
iridescent
glow
.
I
delighted
in
their
quick
thinking
when
I
saw
one
grasp
the
feeder's railing
and
,
because
of
its
size
,
fail
to
reach
the
seeds
while
leaning
straight
down
,
but
then
realize
the
next
second
that
it
could
turn
sideways
and
peck
at
the
grains
.
But
then
they
deplete
the
seeds
so
fast
.
I've
started
clapping
or
waving
when
I
see
them
,
not
to
compliment
their
ingenuity,
but
to
scare
them
away
from
the
feeder.
Startling
the
starlings.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from