The morning lasted all day
Rain dripped off the backs
Of jet-black ravens
Perched in the branches
Of tired ancient larch.
They looked angrily,
More annoyed,
At magpies foraging
Through lonely sentinel bins.
Who didn’t care about rain,
Only about thieving ravens.
David, you have found a new ground in writing about nature. Very enjoyable to read! Thanks
Magpies giving ravens a run for their money! You wrote it so clearly. Thanks David.
Only about thieving ravens. Nice piece. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whenever I needed inspiration, I find it in your poems. You are always able to take me along with you in your writings thanks David