I gain a distinct impression I’m being tested
by a pair of juvenile crows; they haven’t yet
come clean on why but they seem so intent
on cawing mainly from trees near windows
of my study; as soon as I unbend into poetic
revery one or another will begin that odious
refrain re-echoed immediately from another
tree only a few deafening metres away
jibes designed to upset me - occasionally I
heckle them with handclaps suggesting I’m
armed & dangerous - or cawed obscenities
only they can interpret as derisory, but the
game goes on with expectancy upraised
© 10 December 2013, I. D. Carswell
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