Just Another War
by Vaughn Neeld

All morning the crows
gathered, fought, tore feathers
from blue-black wings.
Raucous caws rent rifled air,
set leaves atremble amid
vicious forays beneath the canopy.

In horror I watched the
avian war that pitted
beak against beak,
claw against claw,
like against like.

I could see no cause
for this internecine war.
Did one not share a tidbit?
Did one attack another's chick?
Was this battle for territory?

Or is this just another
senseless war?



 

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