Corvids A clamour of crows, raucous and riotous in their autumn fraternity. Light-golden bathed, arbitrating beneath the season’s bowered crown. A dirt road winds through the foilaged banks. A single jackdaw dines on a roadkill banquet, fading upon the forest edge. Melting into sundown. And from the depths: the screaming, spectral, jays. ©AJM
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
City Jackdaw 
Is this a follow-up to “Crows”? I love that you have blackbirds, crows, and jackdaws popping up in poems. 🙂
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I never thought of it as such, but it could be.
Yes,the things that figure are the things that I notice when I’m out and about. I’m a bit of a bird man 🙂
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I think every writer has a recurring theme. 🙂 I tend to focus on characters who are outsiders in some ways. You have birds. 🙂
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I’ve read some Carson McCullers recently, outsiders feature prominently in her work, too.
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