Crows carry sticks
Gifts for the crown
Raucous celebrants of Spring
The canopy becomes decked with twigs
Once discarded in winter storms
Lattice structures delicately balanced
By beak and foot
Fill the highest crooks
The hierarchy debated in creaks and caws
Jackdaws pair off
Float away on the cool air
A buzzard circles into view
Scanning the ragged building site
Its soon shadowed by four black sentinels
Who simultaneously sense the threat
Rise up as a squadron
Make sure she leaves
~
CLP 17/03/2026
Journey of Words 
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