14th April, 2016 (morning versus birds)

by Brendan Strong

A blanket of frost under a baby blue sky
Pin down everything that’s alright –
Spring wintering the place open-wide –
Turning a corner to find

Crows adolescing over discarded bread
All hunched shoulders and puffed out chests
First: they perch alone – branches, walls, electrical or telephone wires overhead
Second: chaotic flock to murder over the bread: a structured unruly horde
Third: disperse in a thunder-flutter of wings and calls

Then repeat.

Maybe all day, maybe until they find a better meal.