Each nest a twigged conceit of selfish exploitation -
So unlike a bee-hive.

Suddenly, a murder of crows is upon us;
At the slightest invasion of their privacy
The birds caw and scream like banshees out of Hell.

Who but a hedonist,
A narcissus,
Or a pirate
Would live by choice in a rookery?

[The above was first published in A Purpose Strong And Bright.]

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