HotKittySpank
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crow games
1.
high above the schoolyard,
with shoulders angled deep in speed,
urged on by friends on stick thin legs
on redwood branches swinging,
with clack, clack, clack of black beaks
clapping on their game, they flip wings
and grasp each other, tag talons falling,
only to start again with another round
of round the trees,
of you can’t catch me,
to caws and calls as more join in
until the small stand is a swirl of these
pulling playground eyes up with glee.
2.
he clenched the arm, head bobbing up and down,
anticipation clear in his caw, claws scraped along
a metal streetlamp to get the angle just as he likes;
as if one spot were better than another, just height.
he pranced back and forth across it in clamp-clamp
dances until the nut was hurled to asphalted ground.
gravity took over the work with smash of shell, but
his gratification was short lived,
lost to the fast action of another
scooping up the meat and quickly thieving off with it.
3.
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
they spoke in dream restless words over my summer camp,
over that window looking out to woods from the top bunk
where my head rested on that mildewed pillow, sleeping.
each squawking endlessly to one another till they woke me
in groans over the insult of their daily watch and wait
until the sun poked its dreamy head too early for me,
till i could no longer imagine their loud calls away
like some odd nightmare blaring their conversational caws,
look at her, such a sleepy head, she wastes the morn in bed.
...
...gotta love a black bird : )
1.
high above the schoolyard,
with shoulders angled deep in speed,
urged on by friends on stick thin legs
on redwood branches swinging,
with clack, clack, clack of black beaks
clapping on their game, they flip wings
and grasp each other, tag talons falling,
only to start again with another round
of round the trees,
of you can’t catch me,
to caws and calls as more join in
until the small stand is a swirl of these
pulling playground eyes up with glee.
2.
he clenched the arm, head bobbing up and down,
anticipation clear in his caw, claws scraped along
a metal streetlamp to get the angle just as he likes;
as if one spot were better than another, just height.
he pranced back and forth across it in clamp-clamp
dances until the nut was hurled to asphalted ground.
gravity took over the work with smash of shell, but
his gratification was short lived,
lost to the fast action of another
scooping up the meat and quickly thieving off with it.
3.
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
they spoke in dream restless words over my summer camp,
over that window looking out to woods from the top bunk
where my head rested on that mildewed pillow, sleeping.
each squawking endlessly to one another till they woke me
in groans over the insult of their daily watch and wait
until the sun poked its dreamy head too early for me,
till i could no longer imagine their loud calls away
like some odd nightmare blaring their conversational caws,
look at her, such a sleepy head, she wastes the morn in bed.
...
...gotta love a black bird : )