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,
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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