The Grackle Feather

I found a grackle feather the other day.

I stepped out of the restaurant because I was feeling ornery and irascible and there it was lying on the ground all black and smooth. I think the vane was pointing at me, but I don’t remember. It was intriguing though–black with a subtle brilliance; smooth barbs, subtle glossy shading.  I picked it up and put it in my car.

I didn’t realize it was a grackle feather until I got home and looked it up. a 5-inch tail feather from a female grackle.  It was a wise omen.  My energies are too scattered and I am very frustrated. I feel like I am awkwardly spinning plates.

Published by Eryka

Eryka Jackson is a freelance writer and communications professional living in Memphis, Tenn. She writes creative non-fiction, speculative fiction, and poetry. Eryka holds a Masters in Applied Linguistics from Old Dominion University. She is a Certified Aromatherapist, who enjoys photography, cooking, and yoga. A true southerner, Ms. Jackson can make a pound cake and peach cobbler from scratch; has caught lightning bugs in a jar and blessed many hearts.

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