feathers
Pleasant not the dark and violent heart
The vision of a crow’s bill a part of hope flying with majestic glossy wings
Dark homes nestled in high towers of branches
While we scuttle below, traffic jams of cultural ranks
Packets of crisps cans of coke taken up high enjoyed,
Reconciled with nature and the absolute Murder of crow's blacken wings
These are my sanity in concrete landscapes
Pluck a feather from the poverty and hold up high in defiance
“bird1”
“bird2”
“bird3”
“bird4”
