ha-aarr
ha-aarr
the sleek black crow landed lightly
and opened proceedings
with mild humour
a very light touch
for the corvidae kind
~
easy for you to laugh
the first fox spoke
I still believe
I’d be innocent
before a jury
one paltry chicken
yes
I managed to get home
where the den is always hollow
but the attempt at lamb
that they did me for
well
that was no more
than my true nature
who am I
if I
am not myself
~
and I
spoke up another
what of me
I ate nothing that night
I had just begun
stopped the once
to sniff the air
for danger
yes
chuckle if you wish
it costs you nil
and even for me
there is no charge now
my account
is square
beyond remainders
or residues
~
ha-aarr
ha-aarr
the corvid
still attentive
~
yarp
yarp
shrilled into the wind
yarp
yarp
she has no scope
for conversation
her mind is gone
the wind
sighs through it
yarp
yarp
to the quarters
her voice
is thrown
~
enough
barked the first
I have spoken
all I can of this
enough
I’ve other places
to go
other places I should see
and the kind crow concurred
with a peck
delicately gentle
to pluck the last
un-shining orb
a spread of silk and jet
strong wings
and a circled laugh
ha-aarr
three foxes were bid
goodbye
~