Crow Town
This is a crow town -
there are no magpies round
here.
Solid black from beak to
tailfeather.
We don’t do your fancy
piebald glad rags.
We don’t talk your poncy
language.
We do your straight
evisceration of live
fledgelings
while the mother squawks.
No frills, no grace-notes.
We don’t go for bright
gewgaws
or pinch girls’
earrings.
We don’t mince about in
tidings;
when we gang up
they call it a murder.
We don’t bring bad luck
or good either.
Nobody bows and sucks up
to us.
Nobody jabbers silly
rhymes.
This is a crow town
where crows live and do
crow things.
We want no magpies round
here.
Margot K Juby
Today being the first of the month the theme for City Daily Photo is 'Where I belong'. Hah! Well I live in or near Hull but certainly have no sense of belonging here, so, well anyway crows are nice ...
Margot's poem appeared in Old City, New Rumours - Edited by Ian Gregson and Carol Rubens which came out last year; and a strange thing it is too, an anthology celebrating an earlier anthology, wherever will it end this ‘most poetic city in England’. Click on that link to read Margot's review of this collection if you've nowt better to do.
The crow seems rather regal. I find them fascinating- very smart birds.
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