A crow came into my garden
And after tug and pull
At winter grass and withered stems
He flew away–beak full
Two crows perused my garden
Each from a different view
Upon the fence sat side by side
I wondered what they’d do
They fluttered down
They walked about
As if they owned the place
Returning to their lofty branch
From earth to sky with grace
Jewniquely Myself 
Those crows sure know how to entertain us.
Ann Chiappetta, Author
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You said it, dear Annie, and don’t we learn so much by their examples! Blessings and love to you *hummingbirds at dawn**children dancing**pawprints in sand*
Joan–What a delightful poem–especially for bird lovers! Despite all of the logical restrictions, we can still thankfully enjoy bird calls and bird songs. Although we used to have many crows in downtown Milwaukee, the number significantly diminished after a big and long-lasting construction project. Apparently, crows, like I, do not like construction. A few mornings ago, while on a walk with Willow, I was surprised pleasantly to hear the call of one crow.
Thanks for another poem which has brightened my day–Alice and Willow
Thank you for adding your sweet song to my garden, dear Alice, blessings and love to you! *willows in mist**pawprints in sand**children dancing*
May be they really own the place, or their ancestors did and they are wondering who is this human on my land!
I agree completely, darling Pari, and am happy to mind my place. Blessings and love to you *sunrise through clouds**children watching birds**smiling clouds*