CORVIDAE

In the fine avenue of thoughtless happenings
The delicate placid Corvidae lurched buoyant
Singing a blatant vibration across the dawn
Hairy feathery legs strike the branch with silent sway
Bleating to the sun’s shining hover with worms and grubs
The misty hillside looms hollow servant echos
She looks willful and pleasant toward the east
Cries hard and voyeuristically, then joins him in the climbing clouds
In the midst of the shivering quiet they spirit-chime their forever
Then mate for life…
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