Drawn as they are to conflict, the crows
are a constant entertainment. Clever and mean
of spirit, they devise much mischief
and often surprise the men and women whose
scraps they freely eat. Left to their own
devices, they unlatch windows and overturn the
dishes of household pets. They have been
known to foul an entire week’s wash, each calling
to each the whole while. More often sleek
than not, they go where they will, not birds of
passage but passerines, who perch and cry
aloud what they wish to be known, what others
may wish to keep close.
© by Phebe Davidson.
Used with the author’s permission.