Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk.
A single grackle ruins an
inspired moment.
The delicate twitter of the yellow finches
as they flit through branches.
And the gentle coo of the mourning dove
as she guides from her perch.
A northern cardinal chirping
‘pretty girl, pretty girl’.
All softly unconvincing
next to the incessant
Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk. Tsk, tsk.
Isn’t that too often the way?
