You big bold bird
Strutting, cawing, muttering
Fluffing your feathers
Under a tree
You don’t see me
But I see you
And laugh
*****
You in handsome plumage
Black as night
You don’t take fright
In this concrete wasteland
I see you there
Being Crow, nothing more
As supermarket shoppers
Slam their doors
Rev their motors
And roar on by
*****
They don’t see
As I do
I see you
Crow
MA©️ March 2016
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