The yard is speckled
with black spots
as if a coal train tipped on a fast corner
and sprayed lumps.
Twenty or thirty have spread out and bob
in search of hidden meals
as is the nature of crows.
They’re strangely silent this morning,
like blurry eyed truckers
who’ve driven all night
and just want some breakfast
before the day begins.
Crows are so cool to write about, I even wrote a poem about them.
On this post, I like how you compare these beautiful birds with people.
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I’ve always noted that corvids around here don’t raise a ruckus until afternoon.
Party animals who stayed up too late, do you think? Or perennial teenagers?
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Thank you, Eric!