Crow

all you want, silhouette of darkness

chanting your exploits

from the peak of my next door

neighbour’s house.

If only you could talk, what tales

to tell of your seeking, a

bum rap, bird of nightfall, stealing

eggs they say

from nesting brothers

but I know better. You’re

watching me, unsure of what I’ll do

thinking I’ll tell cousin Raven

you’re the smartest of them all

and if only Bald Eagle

would challenge you,

you’d fix him with your stare

and climb the sky like a

rocket, not needing any thermals

to launch your pride.

1st published by Crow Toes Quarterly

Richmond, British Columbia