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Twinkle,twinkle,driving into Independence,Iowa,

Past a yard,

Fifty if not a million,

Shifting from side to side,


Winters birds,

Saw one crow,

Most yards no birds,

No cows,

Or horses neigh a field,

Just one yard,

Not a spot to stir,

Flutter, flutter,

Hungry winter Iowan’s birds,

A plenty,


Little bird,

Cause a poet to thunk,

Of a poem my mothers’s favorite,

The verse played merrily within my heart,

I breathe out of habit,

I miss you so my Dear friend & best mom.


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

4 thoughts on “Starling,Starling,

  1. Ahh good poem.
    Usually birds that flock together in areas like that migrating to a warmer place. They stop to rest and feed. I remember seeing a lot when I was there. I think I ran out of bird seed quick from feeding them.
    It was so cool to watch them.

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