It is only life

Down it went for the third time in this long day of hot sun and cold milk
Muesli for breakfast, dinner and tea
All we had

Crunching my umpteenth bowl I smiled at the crow facing me
You are mine he was saying
Cackling and laughing with his mates who had flew down from out of town.

I smiled and laughed at him
No bloody chance mate
I’m here for the long count.

He just looked and said nothing
My time will come. 
I’ve all the time in the world.

I placed a fresh bowl of muesli on the deck in front of him
Go on, have a peck.
He did so, casting quick glances up at me from over his beak.

Challenging me to have a go and catch him
No bloody chance he was saying 
I agreed. NO bloody chance at all.

By day seven we were best of mates
Downing VB like it were going out of fashion.
The dominoes board would come out and we’d chew the fat

We knew our places.
He’d scoff me soon as I passed on
We didn’t care.

It is only life.