The Noon-Crow

Malé was once a home of the Noon-Crow

But they are now found no more.

Mouths agape, tails low, they sit in a row

Or hop sideways on the wall and crow.

Shaking the heat of the noon they draw

Closer to the shades of trees that grow.

They look dazed, like men who don’t know

Night from day, nor where they go.

Author’s Annotation: The common crow was a noxious pest in Malé until they were culled into extinction by about the early 1960’s. 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.