I awoke
beneath a
raucous rookery
a cacophony
of caws
as if the ash
tree, near me,
had sprouted
black feathers
instead of
leaves
and was
complaining loudly
at such an
outrageous indignation.
The rooks
eventually took to the air
flapping
away from the tumescent ash
like tattered
shreds
of plastic
silage wrappers.
In twos and
threes
they sailed
off across the valley
like black
knights dispatched on a quest
to accomplish
dark deeds
in a kingdom
of green.
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