a crow,
oil-slick black,
swooped in front
of my car,
laser-focused
on a dingy white
fast food
wrapper
that had blown
into the busy
charcoal
intersection,
snatched it
and flew
to places
unseen
with the
speed and grace
of a jungle
cheetah,
in the
sliver of time
before
the light
turned green
and his
athletic prowess
was forgotten
in the rush
of drive time traffic.
(not a crow, but you get the idea)
Facinating how the animals have adjusted to city life and not losing their prowess ~
ReplyDeleteGreat piece of descriptive writing - and the long fall down the page adds to that sense of stopped time. The photo's fantastic (that's not a cigarette is it?)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if he knew how the light changes traffic?
ReplyDeleteFantastic image of a crow... they are amazing birds.
ReplyDeleteI loved this !
ReplyDeleteI forgot if you are one of the poets here who does not mind feedback -- (I have some thoughts) ...
i always talk to the crows outside my door ~
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