Raven Lurking…
It clung to scaffolding on a construction site
Near the top of a Porthtowan cliff, as the village awoke.
It glanced at me with a measure of disdain in its tone
But seemed stubbornly unwilling to take flight
And held its perch, even when flippantly I spoke
A pointless greeting, as I trudged forth, windblown.
When I returned from trekking, it lurked once more
At cliff’s edge, cleaning its powerful bill upon moss.
It turned its head to profile, knife-beak part covered by down,
A veritable gargoyle, proud, overseeing the shore,
Presiding, unshakeable, letting me know who was boss.
Resilient, it watched me watch it, with a reproachful frown…
Pete Ray
7th March 2024…
It was there at the cliff edge on the following two mornings also…
What a character…
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