Parallel Word

crows strut among the bike racks
with the air of inspectors
a magpie molests the last limp pansies
in search of bottle tops and sweetie wrappers
while smaller birds drink from the puddle
here come the sparrows, fearlessly flitting
under parked cars, where goodness-knows
what goodies lurk
swans fly, Concorde-style
following their long necks' lead
a seagull, in lazy suspension
tilts and cruises earthwards
blotting out for an instant
the distant castle's silhouette

we pay no heed to them,
they pay no heed to us.

Annette Kupke

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