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Crow looked out from his vantage point And, leaning slightly forward, Rustled shining cloak into place, Rippling leg sinews, cord hard. The mist still hovered above the hedge, But sun, rising higher, Began burning off the cottonwood With its warming fire. Distant sound of tractor, coming, Caused cocked head and blinking lid, And commotion in the meadow, Where rabbit and skylark once bid. Motorised plough left its mark, Furrowed dark the dampened soil, Driver, lost in Walkman world. Yawned his day away in toil. Cloud of seagulls with arched wings, Ravenous In their mealtime mood. Rush to sliced and curling ground, Wheeling, squawking, fishing food. As feathers and diesel noise receeds Giant blue black bird steps out And floats, lazy, in untidy flight, With golden beak at readiness pout. A waddling gait and searching eyes Soon fill this birds large crop, And with a knees bent, running jump, Gains speed with final hop. Sudden bang and stinging shot Rip holes in his air frame As hoards of civilian soldiers En-joy this heartless game. But crow flies low to gain his branch, And breathless, staggers home To tend his wounds. regain composure, Spend the night as hunchback gnome. |