two crows on a line
watched a man work--
he dug, shoveled, raked.
disinterested as scientists,
the birds sat still, sometimes
taking mental notes
to add to vast crow knowledge
of their neighbors. sometimes
they lifted a wing and beaked
mites off feathers. now
the man took a break, drank
water, ate a sandwich, tossed
bits of bread on the ground.
the birds dropped softly,
feathered shadows. they
grabbed a quick lunch, took
their field notes back to the lab
made of sticks. humans,
crows. an ancient overlap
of societies. a relationship.
hans ostrom 2021
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