I see you
Composed for the Day Eight Prompt for the 'Halls of Pandemonium' challenge hosted by Bradley Ramsey
Dear Sia, There were two crows/ perched on the parapet/ of my balcony today/ drinking water from earthen pots. They visit daily and caw at us/ If we forget or delay in/ cleaning their drinking pots/ and fill them afresh with water. Any food we keep for them/ goes right into the pots/ dipped in water to make it soft/ palatable, edible, viable. They've broken some/ of my tiny pots/ in search of worms/ Or cool earth, I'd never know. But today, the cawing was different/ not the teasing chaotic sound I'm used to/ but deliberate, with cadence/ a rarity for this pair of trouble. One kept hopping to the left/ and the other to the extreme right/ Then both kept meeting in the middle/ And this dance continued for a while. I was out of patience today/ after a bad fight with Ray/ and cramps were turning my body concave. Destruction - deliberate, devious disruption/ I do not appreciate/ especially when not of my making, and uninvited appears. Poor creatures/ unaware of my skills/ vicious mind/ vengeful instincts...kept at it/ thinking I wasn't aware of what they did. 'Tis the tragedy of intelligent minds/ they underestimate...forget that other great minds hide their shine/ content till badgered, untimely awakened sleeping demons/ rising to protect what's mine. We woke up today,/ with a strange note delivered to Ray.../ it simply said... 'What fights, retreats and returns with pleas? What bothers you when at night you can't sleep? We are all alive, but only some of us are living. Does the lover bear the brunt or the spouse who is cheating?' Strange things are happening/ in our neighbourhood of late.../ But don't worry, those crows/ will not be bothering with any plants on your balcony. Neighbourly love sure seems to be rampant/ in our little corner of the World/ thought will write to you/ in the same spirit/ lest you worry that no one watches over you.
This is my entry for the Day Eight prompt of the ‘Halls of Pandemonium’ Challenge hosted by Bradley Ramsey. Verse Epistle, Epigram and Psychological thriller - three genres attempted to be blended here. Sharing the link below to the Challenge, if you wish to participate or read other wonderful entries to this challenge:
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Started with crows drinking water from tiny pots and somehow ended with the feeling that I should lock all my doors and avoid eye contact with the neighbours. The slow tonal shift in this is so beautifully unnerving. Lovely work, Nimita!