Crowscarer
Day & night rain or shine he stands
squarely fixed staring.
When the wind blows
the darting rooks whirl croak scatter.
[Smartly he rings loud bells.
His shirt loosely flutters.
His arms in strips wave.]
***
GONE.
Even the treed spies have fled! ...
The corn
safely rests breathes sleeps.
***
Over the hill
crows daws rooks
regroup.
(They run beaks to the wind whirl
& swirl prepare to attack!)
***
He rubs his cloth hands
straightens his ribboned hat
stiffens his strawed legs
heartily swings his bells &
desperately toothless
grins fiercely.
Note
He’s always squarely there, light or dark, desperately peering & glaring.
Occasionally the boldest crows strut close. But when a sudden gust stirs him, & his hands wave & bells ring, the startled birds dart into the trees or whirl over the hedge.
Delightedly he trims his miserable gear & waits, marvellously confident, for the next onslaught.