Today is the first (belated) day of April Poem-A-Day Month!! Yay!
Prompt: a new arrival poem
Something must have hatched
They came here in several
hopped, pecked and scratched.
All dressed neatly in their black
Was this a tribal gathering, or
hearing the news, seeking a snack?
Just the one day, on my patch
they came ransacking.
No time for flight, or fighting -.
for those blackbirds
something hatched: a good day's catch.