two ravensPosted: August 15, 2013
Two ravens haunch apart against the rain.
I have cleverly scattered the contents of the dog-foul bin,
Cast about the human detritus in their so-called-civilized guise,
Now what to do but sit and honk singularly
I shall watch the innocent foals fumble
Greeted by the rest of the tribe
Nibbling at each others shoulder
And fly to meet you, massively black and shiny,
In the thick wet warm grey air
Where we shall plan our next great mischief together
Safe in our immanent ever-knowing.
P Ward 2013