A murder of crows hurtles skywards.
Abandon in their jangled ragged movements.
They resemble a pile of rags.
Flung and snatched by an angry wind.
Form a jagged line as if no-one has given them
They struggle toward banked clouds that seem
to dip lower.
Make the day as grey as steel and chilly.
The crows find their bearing.
Straighten their line.
Arrow through the cloud neat as a thrown javelin.
I wonder which one gave the order.
Miki has had two poetry collections and a pamphlet published, plus over 500 poems included in poetry magazines/anthologies. She was a finalist for Gloucestershire’s Poet Laureate and a nominee for the Pushcart Prize. Miki has read on TV and on radio many times. She also ran a poetry writing group at The Roses Theatre, Tewkesbury. She has read at many festivals and venues. Miki is disabled and now lives near Tewkesbury, Gloucestershire, UK.