The sun was high and bathing brick,
As smoke leaked from loose lips.
The crow was stood, fixed and steady;
A feathered Nelson on streetlight column;
An ink wash silhouette on aqua sky.
I couldn’t see its gaze’s aim:
Its eyes were covered, black and hidden,
And sounds that caught its quick attention,
Sent its pointed head to flicking.
It watched me while I sipped my drink;
I felt it stare, from safety, judging
If I was danger, food, or neither.
I told it, softly, not to fear us,
And felt a drunken understanding,
Between this free and peaceful bird,
And one man barely standing.
by Harry Husbands
Watercolour painting by Bee Mai – check out her other work HERE!