A flash against the azure hue,
I watch and marvel at the sight,
I watch and thrill at the arc
of each arrow perfect flight.
Spiraling to challenge clouds,
a skilled agile shining corsair,
an aerial performing acrobat,
cartwheeling through the air.
I wish that I were born different,
I wish that I could take flight too,
then I could have the fanciful fun,
as my feathered friend Grackles do.
©2013, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Who or what are grackles? Cartwheels are fun – to do and to read about.
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Grackles are a form of black bird, similar to crows, that we have in the southern US. I love watching them and their social interactions. Viv, I am glad you liked the poem.
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I just wiki’d Grackle, and the Iridescent sort are beautiful. How lovely – a beautiful poem and I learned something new. Wonders. Wonders. 🙂
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We have Grackles in Wisconsin and you are right, Donald, they are fun to watch. But, then I do a lot of bird watching, usually accompanied by similar thoughts to what you express,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2013/02/06/living-in-the-gap/
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They are much more fun to watch than to listen to. I like your repetition patterns in this. I think they help to create the visual of aerobatics. Thank you for the visit and comment at my place.
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I’m generally a sucker for any crow / raven/ black birdy type work and, sadly, am often disappointed. Not here, though; this does not disappoint my high standard. Well done
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I like the lively and good-natured feeling to this poem. I also think it’s well-done how the language leads the reader through the vivid movements of the poem, who doesn’t know what exactly the subject is until the very end.
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niceely done Donald….as I wait for another raven to tease and play with our dog..cheers
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