The Name of the Virus
by Paula Jennings
I think of corvids,
the green-black of crows, the blue-black of rooks,
and the chough near Lochinver
flying upside down for the hell of it.
And the blackbird (not a corvid),
that stays close by me as I weed,
lining up worms in his golden beak.
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