A dangerous place

The playground lies deathly still

No breeze for the swings

The merry go round

Long disused and off centre

Abandoned, rusting

Slides like cheese graters

The see-saw imbalanced, decayed

Grass grows high around

A solo crow sits

Atop the swings to observe

It’s territory

Unlike the raven

Its habitat is urban

It’s caw a warning

The crow is never

Solus for long, for groups will

Emerge, a murder

A place to avoid

A place of regret for prey

And that shiny trash

A shorter lifespan

Is usually the way

For this lifestyle choice

Predatory minds

With dark hoods and blackened eyes

A blade for a beak

Pack hunters only

They need to intimidate

So, keep your distance

What caused this mindset?

Kids don’t come here anymore

What a waste of wings

Sometimes they may fight

Amongst themselves to the point

Where more life is lost

We hope one day that

The playground returns to those

Without blackened eyes