The clever
crow
places her
meal
on top of
the utility
pole at the
end
of the
driveway.
The dead
bird flops
awkwardly on
its
round,
wooden plate.
The crow
comes
and goes,
returning
as to a
buffet, pulling
off the
tastiest morsels.
Standing in
the windows
we watch,
bug-eyed
with
binoculars, repulsed
and filled
with admiration –
oh, that
clever crow!
