Poem of the Month
Story of the Month
Crows in the Apple Tree
Not sure they like apples
but then again
they are clever awkward, ornery creatures so who knows?
I don’t trust them as they remind me much of interactions
with other doubtful characters
on two legs
with unreliable eyes in remembered places far away
who stole my time, allegiance, enthusiasm and even my reputation
before taking eager flight.
This pair lack the decency to stay away for good and ever
but give me occasional reminders
as they peer
short-sighted through the desiccated foliage
like questionable long-dead ancestors withholding their approval
of my unsatisfactory behaviour.
They spread winged uncertainty amongst the ancient boughs
with no reliable tomorrows
into my mind to demonstrate that expectations
are the foolish dreaming of an earth-constrained old optimist
out of touch with the world.
They will be there again morning-early as on guard
and they will look at me
as if to say
that all is well but that I should not take them for granted
and although some inferior beast has bitten one crimson cheek
it has nothing to do with them.