flock of rabble

this morning saw a flock of rabble
haughtily playing in the gravel
a piece of bread fetched from the dumpster
rallied some rounds of tag the filcher

now at night they all are nested
forgotten who won one and who was bested
during day so much energy invested
the capture worth more than that ingested

now these winds of winter cold
erase the stories that were told
the mightiest voice is silent now
the quickest dreams of a flying cow

the boldest was the most quixotic
the cunning twists were quite hypnotic
trajectories near hyperbolic
each day they wax on episodic

this flock of rabble
flits and flutters
bangs and rattles
just a merry band of grackles

About Brad Werner

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