I was on the roof when I seen the crows
Hundreds of crows, swarming
Hundreds.
I thought, are they jackdaws?
well they’re not fucking budgies.
I don’t know.
But they were silent. Like crows are.
What the fuck are they doing?
I thought as I hung to the window in the wind.
There was hundreds, swirling, swooping around.
Would I have noticed them if I hadn’t got up to fix the roof
Would I have looked up
To see
Hundreds of swarming crows.
I looked at them for five or ten minutes
Then I went in and got a camera
I never seen so many crows
flying
I took a couple of photographs against a grey sky.
It looked apocalyptic.
But I knew the photos would look dull,
Nothing could look as sinister as this,
flat.
The following day I seen some
In the field
Pecking.
“there is nothing in that field only cows” I thought.
What the fuck are they eating.
Later I talked to a friend,
I told her about the crows,
And seeing them in the field,
I suggested they were eating the cow shit,
She suggested they were eating the beetles in the cow pats.
She’s probably right
