Majesty in Feathers

Big crow tapping in
a parking lot, all
colours soak into
its shiny fire of black.
Wounded, unable to fly,

it scorns the cars
and trucks driving past,
ceremonious as a potentate
demanding bowed heads
and obeisance

for it has slid upon
blue fields of sky,
discoursed with gods.

The smallness of these humans
is not impressive.

~ Gary Robinson

Gary Robinson is a writer from Ottawa and has
written poetry, short stories and plays. He is
currently almost finished his first collection of
poems.

One Response to “Majesty in Feathers”

  1. This made me smile. I’ve seen birds with just this air about them, and wondered if they were thinking just this way. I like the way you’ve speculated it.

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