Wingbeats from overhead,
as two arrive into the orchard,
the wind blasted last night
and they understand the result.

The random caws, attract others,
presently a scene from Hitchcock re-enacted,
the invading hoard spreads out
growing and moving by squad.

Paper shells and native nuts,
plundered and pillaged,
the ****** rifles through
the leaves in search of sustenance.

Like a mortar volley fired
into the army's midst,
a slamming front door
sends a raucous cloud of black into the sky!!