Bohemian Radio Flocks

 by

Jerry Dale McDonnell
       Published:   http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2016/01/jerry-dale-mcdonnell-three-poems.html

Bohemian Waxwings swarm the crag apple tree
like agitated political sign holders on the corner.
Crab apple drunk on staggering wings,
they slam into the window before flying off
flittering in screaming panicked flocks.

A neighbor listens to talk radio, cursing the air.
I sip wine and wait for tomorrow.

On television Mr. Rogers could

 only be replaced by a cartoon.

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