The Family Fight

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