During a tutorial in Bristol, I spotted a crow in a deserted street. Millions has been spent on the development for crows to perch there.
I submitted this poem for an A215 assignment. I don’t quite understand poetry, but my tutor said it was publishable so here it is.
A solitary crow, black against white
stands on the balcony
of luxury apartments.
Created for the rich
who ran out of money.
Mel McEvoy 2011