Triolet: Grackle

The grackle fluffs his wings
And flits from tree to tree.
As warmth the daylight brings,
The grackle fluffs his wings.

The breeze the wind-chime rings
Says spring is soon to be:
The grackle fluffs his wings
And flits from tree to tree.

poem by Richard St. Clair
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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