Wake Up Call

Each morning they await me in a gnarly elm out front
these unrepentant scavengers forever on the hunt,
my further life convinces them to seek another prize
beyond a pearly moon ascending opalescent skies.

So off they flap to roost beside some distant domicile
indifferent to the denizens that curse them all the while
excited by the prospect of a consolation treat
their lusty caws reverberate across an empty street

to echo through developments that sport a brick façade
and settle with finality upon the frosty sod—
pronouncements of a paradox that ultimately lies
beyond the pearly moon ascending opalescent skies.