The crows had assembled

where my tryke was heading —

a mass of black feathers

vibrating in the distance.

As I pedaled closer

they began to take notice —

undoubtedly felt threatened

not knowing my intentions.

Suddenly, It was as if the wind had come

and blown them far away from me.


I have the power

to scare a hundred crows

I never hunted birds.

It almost seems absurd

that they should flee from me.

Even if they were chickens

they’d have nothing to fear from me

yet I rely on folks I’ll never see

to expidite their being served

upon my dining table.

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