Uncluttered above the mountains
the crow’s lament echoes out.
The mockingbird sheds a tear.
A morbid sensation, a thrill
in witnessing the construction,
the blade of destruction ripping through
trees which have stood their ground for decades.
Replaced by a house upon a house balanced on a house.
But the cows will accommodate.
As will the lambs and roosters,
with all they have to offer
The dove emerges with grit caught in its wing
and the earth tremors.