Under a steel net – sponsored by a multi-
national – in a disused limestone quarry
were all of South Africa’s birds, except
the predators.
The black warden softly extolled the aviary’s
human values: calm, peace, gentleness.
How well he knew each of the inhabitants:
who delved, wove, fluttered, chattered, nested,
hatched, fed – and defended abundantly.
At home, damp autumn turned to cold winter,
birds pecked at the ice on the stilled fountain
and the coalition of the willing
prepared for war.
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Alex Cox
June 25, 2011David
Three in a row! Wow. You have disturbed me greatly with this trilogy – the Surpriser, the Moors murdered, and the coalition of the killing. Keep up the dark work!
David Selzer
June 26, 2011Praise indeed, Alex, from a master of such work!