Wednesday, July 4, 2007
The Crow Convention
The crows have convened across the way.
Big black birds crowousing with each other.
Hanging out with their crownies.
Chris, Charlie, Carlton, Clarence, and Chip.
Yakking, poking, grabbing and crowoperating.
They’re holding a convention to decide who will be crowned
King of the Crows!
They debate, deliberate and finally designate a leader.
But, as with humans, EGO gets in the way and no one is really chosen.
At the end of the day they fly away to their night homes –
Tomorrow they will convene again – unless it is a Sunday
when they will congregate.
February 17, 2000
(I wrote this during a Wednesday meeting after seeing a flock of crows on Larry Eustachy’s lawn across from the school.) It is one of my favorite because of the alliteration.