Sunday, February 09, 2014


A couple of crows on a garden wall
Dressed in black no colour at all
Covetous eyes on food transfixed
Nuts and berries into lard well mixed
Little birds flit, in fear they flee
As the crows hop closer to the apple tree
A flurry of feathers and a stabbing beak
Stuffed and glutted off they streak

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