A week ago, I made a friend He was sitting at the end Of my gravel driveway He looked at me; I looked at him He lingered there and did not speak Could be he had had a week Something said he needed help Perhaps the way he moved his beak He opened it and froze Cocked his head, don’t really know Are you hungry, are you thirsty? Would you join me for a cup of tea? Don’t know why that thought came to me I’m rational — most usually Decided I would go inside Bring back my crow a nice surprise Popcorn was my offering The bird had flown up on a limb Perched high on a maple tree I knew that he was watching me Set some kernels on a rock Walked to my porch, glanced at my watch He swooped down in a minute and ate till he was finished Somewhere I read in a book a crow will use his time To soar over the countryside, searching far and wide For something that will catch his eye A shiny object, by and by A gift on summer winds to reward a brand new friend I kept the popcorn in my truck Yesterday, I was in luck As I pulled up the drive There he was, up on the line I set a handful on the rock Looked at the ground and I did spot A pretty shiny feather and a rose petal together I went to pick them up and the crow started to caw I waved my feather, said my thanks My buddy looked at me and winked Copyright ©️ 2024, David Angel, All Rights Reserved
Birds have a way of speaking their minds. Truth not far behind. Popcorn delight.
A scout crow watches out for the Corvus clan. Calls if danger or plenty of food for all. Very smart caring birds. If you split their tongue, said they’ll speak to you in words you’ll understand .
Like, “why did you do that motherfucker, that hurt!?”
Birds have a way of speaking their minds. Truth not far behind. Popcorn delight.
A scout crow watches out for the Corvus clan. Calls if danger or plenty of food for all. Very smart caring birds. If you split their tongue, said they’ll speak to you in words you’ll understand .
Like, “why did you do that motherfucker, that hurt!?”