CROWS AT CAMBRIA

Posted on July 27, 2019 by | 3 Comments

 

 

The crows know what time
the maids come to clean—
leave their cart of sheets and towels,

TP and soap, coffee and especially
creamers unattended.
They wait on the roof.

Black fledglings watch the plastic peal,
peck when they can to help,
nothing’s spilt.

It’s part of the price
to stay on the coast
where no one seems to notice.

 

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3 responses to “CROWS AT CAMBRIA”

  1. georgeperreault's avatar georgeperreault | July 27, 2019 at 9:14 am | Reply

    hooray for the crows !

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  2. Richard's avatar Richard | July 27, 2019 at 4:19 pm | Reply

    Crows are smart, they learn and are taught.

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