The Crows
I just want to know what they’re saying to each other
Hundreds of them, circling, cawing loudly.
Each one with his own story, excited to scream it
Over the others - must be the first
And loudest.
It must be pressing
6 O’clock news worthy
To wake me up so early
And make me think
Before I’ve had my coffee.
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September 16th, 2006 at 12:17 pm
[...] I brought up the crows awhile back. Apparently, here in Simi, we grow them resilient, sassy and with an insatiable desire to talk to every other crow within a 5 mile radius right now. Really, RIGHT. NOW. All at the same time. And they don’t seem to want to ever leave and go south. Isn’t that what they are supposed to do? Go freakin’ south already! I need to sleep in past dawn! You’re messing up my beauty sleep! And we all know I need it. [...]