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Original poetry - The Raven

THE RAVEN

A raven on the bird table

HUGE

Take a photo through the grubby window, (FEARFUL of being spotted), then another, from upstairs

SHE is not AFRAID Tries for balance on a branch, flaps crookedly back over the house, out of SHOT

Climb to the attic; the pigeons, gleaming in sunlight, purple-pied-white, shot green, watch, beady-eyed, from the bathroom roof.

But, in the excitement of HER progress, LIFE has stirred, clowning magpies, suddenly small, juggle their tails through the trees, lesser birds HOP bravely out...

now HER MAJESTY'S away

titmice may play

Chris Thirlway

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