Where you lose culture I find Corvids
Both externally referenced –
Not of the text.
Where you find ugly, I wonder how
The white wing tipped jackdaw Attracts a mate –
Petals plume edges; skeletal black bough –
A ‘filmed’ 1917 uprising – not thirty years possible
Or a city centre Saturday in Spring
The vivid, earnest
Pecking at the shoulder of some wounded sheep.