The Family Fight


Ponderings from Beaufort St -21st May 2013
There’s nothing quite like a family fight
The lover’s scalpel tongue
Cutting to the bone
And vinegared words
Into open wounds
Are poured
Oblivious to the neighbours
Or decorum’s dignity
The screeches ring out
Loud and clear
Acerbic jaws and
Snapping claws
So I was a witness
To this mornings family fight
‘tween distant relatives
Beaks and feathers in fury flew
And missile bodies
Collided in mid-air
I wonder what caused this tiff
Did crow laugh at magpie warbling song
Or think his family from the wrong side of the tracks
Did crow try to steal magpie’s breakfast
Of cold greasy chips
Or perhaps he just outstayed his welcome
Whatever caused the fight
It was intense
Crow tried to tactfully escape
But Mags would have none of that
They twisted, twirled, coiled
Around each other’s flight
And I,
I did what we do
When families fight
I ducked my head
And scurried on
And left them to their flight

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