Unity is Strength

I sat watching the local rooks chasing the buzzard away from their roosting trees the other day,  and was struck by how their strength comes from banding together to beat off a bigger foe. Much like Europe did to the US over Greenland. 


Rooks chase the bully boy from their sky
Forcing him slowly away from their trees,
Where their nests rest safely year to year.
The buzzard encroached, nipping at the edges,
Testing to see how much they would sacrifice
Before they say: Enough!
Each rook is small, individually defenceless
Against his talons, his beak, his confidence,
But together they beat him back, 
One bravely jabbing,
One flying close to force him to turn,
Others raising their voices to jeer at his defeat,
At his turning away in the face of unity,
Back to his lush valley home, 
More than enough for his needs.

© Copyright 2026. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

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