They came down from Resthaven Hill

A murder of crows this morning

descended on the trash

lined up on the leafless street

blatantly, with loud

caws

announcing their winged scavanger

haws,

these flagrant blackbirds stuffed garbage

hungrily

into their

maws.

Plastic bags torn with big beaks,

no sir,

not with land-borne claws,

they furiously ripped and tore

the straightly-lined bags

without pause.

(I saw it all from the deck,

camera-ready,

'twas

the beginning of

an unbarred crow wreck,

Caw-Caw!)

.
Let returning job tenders

not blame the sewer raccoons

this time when they fly by gawd

into their air-blown driveways

this evening;

I s-a-w.