This Peaceable Land

Posted on | June 5, 2012 | 2 Comments

Watch crow poised
on dead tree perch
while below the crowd
of gossiping crows
serve up breakfast
well-seasoned meat
from the automat road
and broken shells
from the pilfered eggs
of grieving neighbour birds.

Gloating they preen
the glossy black
that hides them by night
makes them bold by day
as playfully they guess
where shadow ends
and crow begins.

No battles around here anymore
they moan harshly, clattering their beaks
and people bury their dead!

Servants of chaos
they wonder if
some dark portent
winged on sky
for an observant eye
could incite violence
a domestic disturbance
and spill a little red
on the abundant green.

It is the ennui
of this too peaceable land
that has a murder of crows
plotting murder.



2 Responses to “This Peaceable Land”

  1. Lola Marina
    June 5th, 2012 @ 7:09 pm

    Love this poem!

  2. Wyrde
    June 6th, 2012 @ 12:40 pm

    Thank you for loving it! : )

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