night came down like a …

night came down like a …

the mechanics of which he did not understand
why the darkness had descended early
why there was a blight upon the land

yes night came down like a …

as birds discussed the price of eggs
behind the lattice they were singing
slowly slowly it befell

… portcullis

the secret of the crows

I would gather apples in the sun
and fling them at the crows that harm no one
because my sickness worsens by degrees
and crows wear black especially for me
but when I turn my back for all I know
their feathers flash the colours of the rainbow
I’ll catch them out one day and we shall see
all sickness then consigned to history

[first posted 15 Jan 2015]