We speak of consuming media
Of feeds that serve up
A constant stream of distractions,
Bright colours and noise,
To comfort and pacify

"That's not your problem,"
It whispers as it feeds you
"You don't need to pay attention
to what's happening over there."
And you consume it, Like it and Share

You play it out loud for all to hear
Drowning out anything that might contradict
The sweet fruits offered up 'For You'
Orange, Blackberry, Apple
Lotus in all but name

How strange for the magpie
Going about his business
To see people looking anxious
As he hops to and fro
Saluting him as they pass
To ward off misfortune

How strange for the raven
Who sits in solemn quietude
Seeking rest after a flight
Or long hours of play
To be met with hearts full of dread
And eyes full of tears

How strange for your mere existence
To be seen as a herald of doom

there is so much that weighs heavily these days
heavy on the heart, heavy on the mind
it feels like the scales can never be balanced
but try to add up all the small joys
crisp air full of birdsong
the sun warm on your face
a kaleidoscope of flowers blooming
soft purrs and soft furs
soft caress of lips and hands
laughter, dancing, singing
and love
and love
and love
the balance shifts