Welcome to Week 10 of my Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. Corvids are birds belonging to the Corvidae family, encompassing ravens, crows, magpies, jays and nutcrackers. So peruse your corvid photo, poetry, music and story archives and join the challenge.
You can participate in the Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge by creating a pingback to this post (my pingback approval settings are set up for manual approval, so it may take a little while for your pingback to appear) and/or by leaving a hyperlink to your submission in the comments. Tag your post Corvid-2020 or C20WC. I really do hope you will join in.
My turn now.
Crow Me A River
Shall we stay inside day and night?
Lick our wounds, croak our fright
Surrender to so-called climate wars
Check online for daily bread
Sip our wine of sweat and dread
Beneath shroud of smoke, a ghostly pall
Summer’s bane, summer’s fall.
Where to go when there is no where?
How to thrive when there is nothing?
What to say that vindicates a right?
Fires do not burn on concrete or dirt
Fires bloom on fossil fuel, on hurt. Man bleeds
On parched wasteland, on death of innocents
On accounting errors, false carbon credits.
Crocodile tears? Oh, please.
Crow me a river.
The photo below was taken in the midst of the 2019/2020 Australian bushfire crisis as smoke shrouded Canberra, the national capital of Australia.
The (Australian) Royal Commission into National Natural Disaster Arrangements commenced public hearings on 25 May 2020. The Commission has heard that 445 people probably died as a result of the toxic smoke from the 2019/2020 Australian bushfires.
I would like to thank those who contributed to last week’s challenge. There were only two contributions, but they were beauties. Check them out.