When I saw my crow friend today,
I told him that nice people inquired after his well being.
By the way he looked at me with his head tilted,
I could tell that he was quite taken back
That humans were concerned about him
And now he was surely doing better
Since he was enjoying a substantial meal on the street.
I won’t repeat what he ate
Because we usually don’t relish what crows prefer.
As I sat on the curb, I told him that I heard
About the stunt he pulled
(Done usually by those hyper sparrows or evil geese)
By dropping a message on a moving police car windshield
So that it had to pull over near the delinquent liquor store
Correcting their clock violation,
Keeping at least one person on the straight and narrow last night.
I swear he flashed a contented smile,
Feeling like he did a good deed, preventing litter
And keeping stray greasy junk food off his asphalt platter
So, the crow cawed out a few other crow secrets
Like how crows have a sense of humor and play games
Not video games, of course,
Because those flashy, geeky toys hurt their beaks,
But crow games that involve swooping and gliding,
Not to be confused with swooping and diving
At people who irritate them.
That’s no game, just revenge.
Although I was enjoying our conversation,
I could tell he wanted to go without being rude as
It was a beautiful sunny day
And he just wanted to hang with the crows today,
Soaking up some rays.
He thanked me for everyone’s concern by doing a little sideways jig
Then he winked and made a crow kissy sound as he flew off,
Making me smile all the way home.
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