the crows debate
in their parliament
the taste of bread crumbs
and the old man who throws it
he’s throwing more crumbs to the fish
they need to change directions
the crows discuss
the white cat with the brown ear
and green eyes out to get them
who will bell the cat and save the crows?
anonymous votes are cast, decision to be taken in the next session
the crows decide
to uphold the divine duty
to announce guests in different houses
matters of the day done, parliament dismissed,
they fly with loud and friendly calls
black blurs on branches
sending orderly homes into chaos
with grandmothers exclaiming
about guests arriving
(Clicked during a morning walk)
I really like this! I’ve always loved that crows are called a parliament and I feel your poem does perfect justice to term.
Thanks , really appreciate the feedback. 😄 All the best to you.