Tripping over signs and symbols

Politically powerful predator

Ripped apart a mother

Seeking food for the family

Feathers plucked instantly

Lonesome mate cries out

As she is flown

To another family’s nest

But not as a dinner guest

Food chain inexorably cruel…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Feathers for a funeral



Twilight crows

Where will they go

In the last seconds before

Cobalt deepens into Navy

Cardinals and Woodpeckers

Tucked into vulnerable nests

But crows

Almost like postulant predators

Fly cawing across the twilit sky

Blurring the line

Bisecting nature’s decree

Of fair play for prey

Separating the day from the night shift

Crows on overtime

In a world where diminished habitat

Demands a late-night murder

Owls begin protesting

Hooting in my backyard

As I herd my little dogs inside

Because danger never sleeps…


© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: My sundown Live Oak