Birds

[busker]

Birds




I ventured into
their world, the awful clamour … adjectives usually weaken a line, and that’s the case here too
and raptor-faces.


Some mornings I gave
the crows lardons and titbits
in the back-garden;


in return they dropped
polished pieces of metal,
pennies in a pile,….Don’t crows and magpies steal, rather than drop, shiny objects? There i


knowing we would be dazzled….. not sure quite what to make of this. The pieces of metal as payment for titbits…there’s not a lot of irony in there. Both titbits and pieces of junk are equally worthless to us humans. Now if the deposit had been one of gold coins, the crows would’ve been bird brained by our standards. 

The poem has a nice intro that arrests the reader’s attention, and maintains the sense of narrative till the end. It is well written.

What I find difficult is the weakness of the moral of the story - the paradox that I sense the author is trying to illustrate