As the Texas Grackle perched on a forgotten post, its eyes seemed to hold a hidden depth of sorrow, reflecting its struggles. Though worn and tattered, its wings still possessed a delicate grace, silently carrying the weight of its existence. Once bold and lively, the Grackle’s flight had become a solemn dance through the air, as if it yearned to escape the confines of its world. It became a symbol of resilience in the face of adversity, a reminder that beauty could still be found even in the midst of sadness. The Texas Grackle’s sad beauty held a power that resonated with the souls of those who came across it, evoking a bittersweet longing for the fleeting moments of happiness and the inevitable passage of time.

~ Robert David Atkinson

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