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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