The Tattie-Bogle - by
The tattie-bogle wags his airms:
/ Caw! Caw! Caw!
/ He hasna onie banes or thairms:
/ Caw! Caw! Caw!
/
/ We corbies wha hae taken tent,
/ And wamphl’d…
crows
Dead Crows - by
In a landscape
/ of perfect circles
/ (sheep fanks on the moor’s edge)
/ they beat as six black flags,
/ dead crows pinioned
/ on a wire.
/
/ Scaly jaws
/ clack…