Red-winged and loud my field this morning suddenly full of them. Clinging to mullen stalks and singing from the snow-battered stems of field grass, the gray skeletons of poke. Everyway I look there’s no escape from blackbirds, shaking the air with their sirens, flashing their wing-bars like warnings. Get ready your heart, here comes Spring - "I Asked For A Poem, But Got Blackbirds" by Amy Newday
