Poe's crows

I heard a crow outside this morning early,
a harsh noise
and dreary,
maybe come down from Rest Haven hill,
one of a murder of crows
that descend on gliding wings
and sit on the telephone poles
thence to survey the terrain
near the sewer grate
here in the raccoon district.

A nesting blue jay must have had its nest attacked
one day last week.
A crow flew in circles beside a tree outside the window
avoiding an angry jay, chasing it away.
There must have been eggs in a nest
my guess
and the blue jay stood guard in a tree branch
surveying its terrain

for a long time.



( Wooden raven carved long ago by SRN editor, photographed after hearing the crow today, to smile at you from your computer screen as a friendly backgrounder. Has map-tack eyes, painted copper beak and legs; usually sits atop a kitchen chair, but broke off.)