An observation by the writer takes vistas of meaning of the bird’s world.
Crow in my balcony.
In the troubled weather, in the seedy
corner! Seedy for the speeding wind
dishevels all dust around:
on the oval shaped edge,
There it comes like the ghost
In Hamlet, with a suspense, with a message,
Shattering my existence, my conviction,
Looks askance, here and there,
Pecks a piece of bread crumb,
Now caws of comradeship,
The scattered food particles are
Certainly not Relief to hunger,
Gathered crows are garnishing confidence.
It looks as if a pastimes for the clan.
Crows befriend the lookers-on.
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