Three of the biggest ravens in the world
met today in Edinburgh to discuss
their upcoming plans to scavenge,
stake their claim on mates
and cast vindictive looks at the robins.
They lined up - one two three -
as though they'd stepped out of
a children's book on counting
and into a Hitchcock film.
They strolled through the Meadows
like winged wardens,
their bodies big as housecats
as though they had eaten one.
Perhaps they did.
Closer inspection revealed
blood dripping from their beaks.
Their cold eyes gleamed
at passersby as if to say:
"Next time it will be you".
