Blackbirds
Brandon Cook
They never saw me until I was nearly upon them
Then, startled into a sudden poem,
They scattered like birdshot across the sky
Cawing like madmen with clinched fists, guffawing against the injustice of it, as they went
The ravened morning suddenly flying
And all the while, all I wanted was to share the bright, white
Pink morning with them,
And pass them by without a warning