Crow in Car Park
From a power pole set in black bitumen,
His jagged bleating reminds me,
Of parched paddocks.
What better place to deliver his dark eulogy,
Than from the cross-beamed comfort,
Of his suburban strainer post.
Crow in Car Park
From a power pole set in black bitumen,
His jagged bleating reminds me,
Of parched paddocks.
What better place to deliver his dark eulogy,
Than from the cross-beamed comfort,
Of his suburban strainer post.