Repression Each erupted from the grass, then returned en masse to peck at what they knew would feed them. The unmown lawn hid the grackles as they dipped, gleaming heads and tail tips surfacing, foraging across the expanse, away, then toward the house. Arising, they broke apart, then returned to bob in the grass, bodies half-seen, but not the gleam of their yellow eyes or their beaks that punctured the soft earth.

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