Bird Dawn On Mendip

At daybreak come the raucous crows and jackdaws yacketing

down from the wooded cliffs

and tall, tossed branches of their nightly stay straight to our beech trees and chimneys too.

In joyful disarray

they shout down rude comments

on a windy dawn

peer at curtained windows

telling us how to greet the day.


Only the ravens stay on high

solitary upon the escarpment’s sweep.

Mates in tow they take the air

and play in updrafts off the crags

swoop and interweave

the patterns of their flight

until at last they perch

upon a topmost bough

and stretch their necks

in honking chorus at the rising sun.