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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