Full stop

Full stop

Earlier this morning
           I noticed that something
was ruffling the leaves
           on the branches of a tall bush
just outside my window :
           it wasn’t the wind because
nothing else was moving
           I looked more closely
and saw a tiny green chaffinch
           rocking rhythmically
back and forth as it pecked
           at the fresh green buds
on the bush
            while high up above

under a faultlessly blue sky
           aircraft were leaving
immaculate white trails
           in their wake
and down by the railway line
           I observed a tall tree
without a single leaf
           but with a large crow
perched silently on one of its 
            uppermost branches
and it occurred to me
           for reasons unknown
that the tree was statement
           to which the black bird
provided a very eloquent
           and conclusive full stop

John Lyons

Black crow

Black crow

A huge black crow
         hangs upside down
from the branches of a tree
         from which it is picking
a berry of some sort
         and as I pass by 
the bird drops momentarily
         into freefall
before flapping
         its wide wings
and making off
         into the distance
There are plenty of other trees
         in the vicinity where the pickings
are just as rich and I don’t feel
         in the least guilty
for having disturbed it
         during its supper

Crows sow nothing
         cultivate nothing
have nothing to do all day
         but to gorge themselves
on whatever they can find
         : they live on the prodigious
fat of the land
         Good luck to them

John Lyons