You big bold bird

Strutting, cawing, muttering

Fluffing your feathers

Under a tree

You don’t see me

But I see you

And laugh


You in handsome plumage

Black as night

You don’t take fright

In this concrete wasteland

I see you there

Being Crow, nothing more

As supermarket shoppers

Slam their doors

Rev their motors

And roar on by


They don’t see

As I do

I see you


MA©️ March 2016