Common Grackles rested
on the naked Maple canopy.
Like aneurysms waiting
to burst into flight
they bent the thinning branches.
They had every rite of spring.
Some of them loitered
through the winter
and saw their reflections on ice.
What freedom to stay.
Christ stayed on the tree
and burst unto death
and burst into flight.
Gerald the Writer 
Love it, Jerry. “Christ stayed on the tree and burst unto death and burst into flight.” Awesome.
Christ had every right to call it off. Thank God he didn’t!
Anyone who can write about grackles, surely has a gift.