Friday, 28 December 2012

Indecision

Do I really need to move my car
or shall I take a chance and risk it?
Portslade might be a bit too far
and I might end up with a ticket.
I'd have to make apologies to the group
and scuttle down a busy crowded pavement
but better that than end up in the soup
and owe a silly thirty smackers payment?




Crows

They know the slow solemnity of earth
ungainly labouring to pace across
the ground and feed. They strain to flap escape
from passing hominids, a cat or fox
and slog through Spring and Summer building nests
and rearing young. Sex is a moment's touch.
So now in early Autumn's failing sun
when these dour corvids soar and wheel
high in the wind, playing with gravity,
surely they cannot help but  feel elated.