Killing Mozart Poem by Shirley Harrison

When my Raven comes

he often sits on my ledge

perched in the middle of my open window

my cypress tree behind him in the background

it's quite a site to see

sandwiched in as he stares at me

sometimes in the mist of morn, as the sun arrives

other times arriving with the blazing sunset

after a burning hot day, nature quenching its thirst

he comes to listen to the music of a very bad violin

playing out of tune, oddly he seems to love it

I keep my window open purely for him

he is my guest

and as the violin continues to play

and believe me

when I use the word play, incredibly loosely

I imagine my raven to be stone-deaf?

because if he isn't

he is definitely encouraging the death of Mozart

and in that case

I'd know, he has a very dark personality

and simply cannot be trusted

because someone, somewhere

very close by

Is killing Mozart.