Ingrid is the host for Poetics at the d’Verse Poet’s Pub. She asks us to take inspiration from birds of the corvid family. I immediately thought of family card nights. My father’s parents were avid Rook players, and eventually, we all got in on the game. Fun times on a Friday night. In case you don’t know about this game, I’ve linked a brief explanation here. I may be a while flying by all the great responses, but I’ll glide over tomorrow if I don’t get by tonight. Join us in an aviary exploration.
I grew up in a rookery,
jovial den of card playing,
bill fondling,
and side-shufflin’.
The real skill was
having the bird at the deal,
or convincing the building
your bluff was real.
How many tricks for you?
How many tricks flew
‘fore mating season was through?
A single caw from maw and
she takes the nest,
pair bonds strong she calls
“I got the rest!”
Chairs slid amid grumphs,
from the uncles and the aunts.
Storytelling is the law
when you grow up in the
Rook bird’s claw.
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