Crows, those shadow-shouters,
seem to live in towns amongst thick trees.Out of their twig-walled cottages,
here they come, gliding, flapping,
bouncing, yelling. They're quiet
during almost all their hours,
but their noise makes you forget
that--like a ratchet-voiced hermit
who bickers with imaginary
invaders, scaring hikers. Crows
maneuver us into adapting to them.
So many creatures do. Given
the billions of us, they all have to.
hans ostrom 2023
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