Crows, by Britta Benson

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Crows

Ten of you sit like dark angels in the rowan tree’s crown.
The other lot moves in. Troublemakers. Family?
Council estate drama in three deafening scenes.
One: Territorial screeching from both sides. 
Two: Rooftop strutting, forward, squeal, backward, squawk.
Three: Last dance. Last chance. Hissing death eaters own the air.
I blink. You’re all gone. Who won?


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