2/9/24

yesterday i threw away

a mouse my cat had killed

today i watched a crow

pick up a thing

put down a thing

pick up a thing

put down a thing

pick up a thing

and fly off with

the mouse i'd thrown away

its tail trailed in the wake

made by those thick black wings

yesterday we drove down 44

we walked through mud

and drove up 44

blocked out by wings

we knew belonged to a barred owl

which alit upon a limb and watched us

pull over, turn around, and posed

for many pictures

then flew to another tree

making my wife late for therapy

today there are four more crows

and the squirrel is back

climbing

without thinking of the stool

or the slurpetty slurp

talented twigs
the snails are riding