In the country we have crows, hawks, and buzzards living together with those of nature, but in the city, crows rule in the sky, or so it seems, along with other creatures of wildlife, of course. It was, well, somewhat unique to observe the crows when we lived in the urban jungle of the city, but again, somewhat common place here in the country……
A “caw” then another “caw”
from above somewhere, not placed.
Peering above, I look for the source,
of the sound known from childhood.
Remembered now on a regular basis
A fleeting shadow on the ground,
signals the presence of the crow
flapping wings so laboriously
towards the tree in back of house.
The glance above in pin oak splendor
shows a sight not seen before.
A “crows nest” high in boughs
built different than the squirrels;
home for more of the black winged
ones, to continue its species.
A mate’s call further away, high in
sky, flying, dipping, trying to get
away from wrens attacking with swoops,
protecting their own kind.
The nature of things in an urban setting
so different than a cornfield far away,
A name, Charley, the crow for him and
perhaps Celeste for her, why not, maybe so.
“C and C” easy to remember, but not tell apart.