The Native Birds Of Queens

I haven't updated The Bittersweet Apple for a while, and I wanted to mourn the passing of its biggest fan: George H. Colligan III. (He was responsible for the witty (and sole) comments to these postings.) A native of Bay Ridge, he would often wax nostalgic about NYC after having moved away many years ago. But no matter how many years he spent in upstate New York or Baltimore, he always kept his New York soul. I think he might get a chuckle out of my latest observation.)

A Poem
Flimsy black wings fluttering in the wind
Plump bodies impaled on bare tree limbs
The native birds of Queens:
Trash bags.