"Scrub Jays"
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Free as a bird
You wish
Grounded
And cross old man
Glaring from the
Kitchen window
As I stab my beak into
The choice apples at
The top of your tree
You can ball your fists
All you want
You can grit your
Plastic teeth
But there's nothing that
You can do about it
What good are apples
To old men, anyway
You have lost your bite
You have run out of
Ladders to climb
Your ultrasonic solar-powered
Animal repellent
The Honda among dissuaders
Might rid your garden of
The capo cats, but
The bandit raccoons
Figured out that one
Within 48 hours
Getting rid of one pest
Only invites others
You're in your 70s
And haven't learned that
Now that the coast
Is clear, our entire
Family can fly in
I know
We are warble-less
We are born thieves
We'll steal an acorn
From a woodpecker
We've beat you out
Of your harvest
We, who are not the decorous
Fluorescent song bird of your
Dreams
.
Ishmael Reed's latest novel, Juice!, was published in April.
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