Crow crackling in the basswood
tree,
sharing its insolent cawing—
just a crow trying to be free.
Better it than me.
I’m tired of all my jawing—
truculent crow in a basswood tree.
I’m sure that you’ll agree
(odd squeaking like a latrine flushing—
just a crow trying to be free)
that a crow’s a bird like you
and me,
just trying to abide in some fashion,
elocuting from its basswood-tree
claw-hold. I believe we’re like
two peas
in a pod, the crow and I—no Stalin
or Putin, anyhow—it just wants to be free
to share its music with the birds
and bees.
Too bad if you find its noise appalling,
but the crow crackling in the basswood tree
caws, “Excuuuse me, just want to be free!”
