Walking through fields in the morning to get to the ‘Big City’ from the rural village I grew up in made me more aware of where I am in the world.
In the frost this morning
I saw a white crow
On a post
Arguing with a ghost of a robin.
“There is nothing more delicious than carrion”
Said Crow.
“There is nothing better than fighting”
Said Ghost.
Having caught Crow’s black eye.
Having caught Ghost’s ire.
I walked on across the field
Embarrassed by my own eavesdropping.
