Caw, blimey, guv’nor:
What a pair of…eyes
I’ve never seen the likes, and such a size!
They’d make a handsome meal for my hatchlings!
Caw blimey guv’nor:
What a stinking corpse
smells good to me, no reason for remorse:
Dry eyes, full belly.
Caw, blimey, guv’nor!
Is that doll out there
in yonder field, with straw for hair
supposed to scare me?
Caw blimey, guv’nor:
What’s that strung up on yer fence?
A murder of my kind?
Now, that’s intense, and beastly!
Caw blimey, guvnor:
‘bird of bad omen’ you call me,
pointing out the mote in mine, meanwhile
I pluck the beam from your eye!
Written for dVerse
I am hosting Poetics tonight, where I have issued a call for corvid poetry. Apologies to cockneys everywhere for the accent of my carrion crow, who sounds like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins! Tune in from 3pm ET at dVerse to join in the chattering of choughs…