The avian pinnacles
stand tall and watch.
Surmounting
church spires and roof peaks,
reaching beaks upwards
calling and scrawking,
singing and chattering,
songbirds and corvids,
and those we call nuisance birds,
large feathered ones and small.
The avian pinnacles
stand tall and watch.
Searching
whilst eyeing us,
calling each other
passing the news,
a few acting as sentinels
silently holding the space
enfolded between the air
and the structures
we build replacing
the great trees once
covering the land.
The avian pinnacles
stand tall and watch.