WHAT I SAW… (Crow calling)

The Crow sew a clumsy pirouette silhouette,
(Throw up the net!)
IN THE AIR,
Arms akimbo, he turns — spiral primal —
What quarrel does he have with me?
… Long black feathers;
I’m just standing here, admiring,
The wise Crow knows, tries to rise,
Flies back to the top of the telephone pole
Home base — beak bayonet [stab jab]
Pulls up a small “coin” in his mouth.
We all need our treasures.

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