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Paul J Penton – Songwriter
“Release the Muse”
Crow- Daily Object Writing – Oct 21
A church grave yard, haunting headstones in crumbling granite, a black smudge sitting on a parapet surveying its dominion, sending out a warning signal, “Faaaaark, faaaark”. The gentle ding dong sing song of other birds interupted by its knife edge sound blaring against tender ears. Taking to the air great mouthfuls of wing flash up and down against a sun that filters through stubborn clouds. It Caws as it swings and settles on a tree branch up closer now. Its feathers all merge into one shiny oily black surface and a yellow eye follows you around the graveyard, as if it knows something, it burns into you, the knowing that it’s observing you.
Bored the bird dissolves off down the street hunting for a bin. It gathers a couple of friends in the air and they gabble away to each other, maybe relaying information about the best place to have lunch today. Intelligent they are, sizing things up, making attacks on overflowing bin tops, ripping out left over morsels with razor beaks, all the while surveillance team eyes scan for threats and possibilities.
“Fark””Fark” and another whoosh of wings rise to the cross bar of a telegraph pole, taking in the territory chasing away ward invaders like magpies and mudlarks; a clash of David and Goliath at forty feet. Back at the churchyard the door swings open where I haltingly move toward making an apology to the priest and I’ll soon be eating crow – how will it taste I wonder.