Ponderings from Beaufort St -21st May 2013
There’s
nothing quite like a family fight
The lover’s
scalpel tongue
Cutting to
the bone
And vinegared
words
Into open
wounds
Are poured
Oblivious
to the neighbours
Or decorum’s
dignity
The screeches
ring out
Loud and clear
Acerbic jaws
and
Snapping
claws
So I was a
witness
To this
mornings family fight
‘tween
distant relatives
Beaks and
feathers in fury flew
And missile
bodies
Collided in
mid-air
I wonder
what caused this tiff
Did crow
laugh at magpie warbling song
Or think
his family from the wrong side of the tracks
Did crow
try to steal magpie’s breakfast
Of cold
greasy chips
Or perhaps he
just outstayed his welcome
Whatever
caused the fight
It was
intense
Crow tried
to tactfully escape
But Mags
would have none of that
They
twisted, twirled, coiled
Around each
other’s flight
And I,
I did what
we do
When families
fight
I ducked my
head
And scurried
on
And left
them to their flight
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