The world is turning,
Places burning
And everything pulls:
The dizzying spaces between
The grey sleeps,
The sharks,
Tag Archives: crows
What Price?
Crows are doing
Their bully-strut thing
On the bastion banks again;
So soon?
Really?
Dawn Raid
Posturing, posing, taking possession –
Of your spaces, of your senses –
Pompous popinjay bounce ‘n’ bob aggression, intimidation.
Vicious corvid nation’s screaming confrontation,
Action is reaction,
Aerial, balance and counter lamentation.
Quiet-for-not-a-moment,
Not for an in-breath:
Harsh, dry fire machine-gun chatter is
In your skies, in your ears:
Bibbed, tuckered harlequin lobbyists
Refusing to take no for an answer;
“An inch? Not enough,
A yard is better but we need more!”
Dark-feather banners,
Be-damned demands, threats and refusal’s echoes,
Dog-fight bluff and communication concentration.
Territorial gunfighter-time, serious dispute
Limits and boundaries to maintain, refute.
A military versus terrorist resolution matter.
Arrogant challenge, wing-tip spin, dodge and wheel.
“Do not back down, do not agree, don’t deal!”
Draw the thin air,
Breeding zone, feeding drone
Spiteful Valkyrie battle lines:
Risk the noise of black and white fines.
Aggressive, assertive we-have-rights ridge tile invaders;
Usurpers, hungry chancers, challengers, dividers.
Out for mischief, Out for kidnap, extortion,
The good of the tribe.
Cast your pirate council vote:
Dapper-democracy magpie parliament
Or dark-as-Bible-cover
Murder of crows
Government?
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12/4/2013
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