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Friday, April 05, 2013

Crow Talk


Two slick black crows
high up in the tree,
trade flat, nasally
calls:

not gossiping,
not sharing,
no mindless chatter,

just squawking enough
to hop to
the next branch,
confirm their plans
and zoom away,

confident
in their silent flight.

10 comments:

  1. ha. nice observational piece. it is crows, and say much of them...making a fine metaphor as well...

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    1. Thanks, I love watching birds. I wish I was one.

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  2. Ha, their life is SO simple, isn't it, compared to ours?

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    1. It just seems simple, but do we really know? Thanks.

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  3. ...unless, of course, they're communicating deep things beyond human comprehension.

    Nice little observation, though, either way... it's nice to imagine a simpler life.

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    1. I agree with you, seems simpler, just zoom away.

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  4. Nice! And we must have overheard the same conversation, 'cause I've got the photos to prove it! (Just wish I knew how to attach them here with your poem. LOL) :-)

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    1. There was one crow who loved to sit on the edge of the roof of my building everyday just cawing and squawking - I named him Mussolini.

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  5. What is it about crows? I have a poem about them too but mine are more sinister. I like this!

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    1. Thanks, crows don't give a damn and that's what makes them admirable.

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