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Cronk

A speck in the sky
cries its single note.

Cronk.

I shade my eyes against the sun
to spot, if I can, what’s made
this rude clarion call
to a mate I cannot see.

Cronk.

Resonating bell-like to my depths:
a glimpse of eternity,
a sense of rightness,
a gushing of love
from a precious fountain.

Cronk.

A reminder that
we’re alone
and yet not alone.

And now it’s gone.

magpie

We all know that tchac! means a jackdaw
And that chow! goes the chough and that crows caw!
     But magpies go rat-
     tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Like Poe’s raven their ravings are evermore!