There is an old pecan tree by my door.
Three grackles are standing in its dried branches.
One is chirping to a grackle in the oak nearby.
The three change positions stretching wings between limbs.
One probes its beak through ruffled neck feathers.
A yellow flicker flaps around the trunk
chased by a mockingbird. The grackles fly.
The flicker digs for ants. It flies.
The mockingbird stands a moment on some leaves.
Root-tips are cracking rocks below in silence.
---TJ Worthington, 1972