Development

 

Different crows we have, now,

stalking the lawns,

sitting the fences, 

arguing--

over what, makes no difference, 

it's all the competition, isn't it?

Elbow room,

or wing, if you like, 

and God knows there's not much left of either,

with the trash woods coming down

and the carriage houses going up,

and the new folk set to park their cars

--not knowing, and no shame to them--

where the deer our dogs do scent at night

once bedded.

August 22 2020