by Robert L. Ferrier18 Sep 2014
What has drawn them this far
to places they never used to be?
Like patient black-robed judges
they watch squirrels
finish robbing the bird feeder
then descend in silent order
leaving a lone high sentinel
to beckon in blatant code
the answers somewhere in the air.
They look massive on dun dead thatch
while they peck dropped sunflower seeds
or bits of corn from a second feeder.
Sparrows, finches and two cardinals
watch and wait from berry bushes
just across the fence. They know the murder
of mornings, if not the term for crows.