The Common Crow

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The Common Crow

What more, really,
can be said
about the common

crow? Lover of bright
objects,
Agent and omen

of death. They
play,
hoard, gather,

count and caw.
Roost
by the millions

and never NEVER
NEVER!
are ravens (note,

please, the wedge-
vs. fan-
shaped tails).

And murder
don’t
even go there.

But this, friend,
know—
an open window

invites the cunning
crow
to drop pebbles

in the shining still
waters
of your soul,

till your spirit
rises
and the short-

billed Corvus
slakes
his terrible thirst.