13 October – Angry AGM

The clamour is circling,
parliament begins
with dissonant debating
in a loud cawing din.
No ‘order!’ caller,
no mask of civility,
every claw is out
in a rook committee.
“Where should we roost?”
“What should we eat?”
“If we can’t agree on anything,
why do we meet?”
Who is in charge?
Nobody knows.
On and on they squawk,
round and round they go.
At least that’s how it seems
from down on the ground,
but perhaps I’m misinterpreting
their murderous sound.
Maybe they are experts
in clear communication,
perhaps they should contribute
to governing the nation!