You perch in silhouette on overhead power lines,
a black bird cutout from the gray-mottled clouds.
I’ve read that you recognize faces, and can
distinguish the friendly from the ill-willed.
I’ve read that you can even pass that specific discernment
down to your offspring.
And so, when you begin scolding me in raucous cawing,
I face you square on and remind you that I’m one of the good guys.
You laugh (or so it seems) and swoop down to the garden wall
where you observe (or so it seems) my every move.
When I return to the house, you will drop to the ground
and inspect the results of my comings and goings.
Perhaps I have turned up a tasty morsel from the garden.
You’ll return to your high wire and pose again,
black-on-black in silhouette against the sky.
And somehow, I take comfort in imagining
I have gained your approval and won’t fall victim
to a murder of crows.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
I like how you stand up to a cawing crow: “I face you square on and remind you that I’m one of the good guys.”
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Thanks.
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This resonated with my fascination with crows. They hold a conference in the woods near my home every morning when they all speak at once and discuss daily events. A single caw and they all fly away on their daily missions. There’s something comforting in the sound of their gathering. It recalls the same sounds in the orchard of a favorite aunt long ago when I was a child. Thanks for the journey!
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I’m glad it brought back good memories. I enjoy having crows nearby.
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I love this Maggie. Reminds me of the conversations I have with birds.
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Birds are wonderful conversationalists, although they can be quite opinionated. I’m glad you enjoyed the post.
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Agreed! You’re welcome, Maggie.
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Well written, Maggie!
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Thank you!
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