I've found that I have been noticing crows around a lot recently. Yesterday I was walking next to the car and caught sight of a flying crow's reflection on the tinted windows.
This poem was sort of inspired by Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird by Wallace Stevens.
Observing Crows
Cawing in the garden
they make a handsome bunch
of bachelors
My footsteps scatter
them from their morning
meal.
Hunched and dark,
they brood on the picket
fence amongst the
raindrops and ravens
A reflection seen in the
dark of a car window,
I turn to snatch a
glimpse
~Maya
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