was once a home of the Noon-Crow
they are now found no more.
agape, tails low, they sit in a row
hop sideways on the wall and crow.
the heat of the noon they draw
to the shades of trees that grow.
look dazed, like men who donít know
from day, nor where they go.
common crow was a noxious pest in Malé
until they were culled into extinction by about
the early 1960ís. My brother had always told me
that all his poetry has a hidden meaning. The
hidden meaning in this poem must be rather shallow,
because I can work out more than one such meaning
in this one.