Above the Graveyard....

.... in Gladsmuir,
a small place rich in the healthiest, fattest Rooks I've ever seen,
along with their enthusiastic cohort of Jackdaws
(a Clan of Crow I begin to appreciate more and more),
I saw this Rook, thinner than the rest,
flying alone amoungst the crowd and couples,
flying high then diving deep on the wind,
like she alone knew Winter was coming
and there was a lot to lose
but not tonight....