The crow neighbours received a windfall today.
A stranger in the area passed through on her bike
and released a small bag of shelled peanuts
in the middle of the street.
The crows did not rush in and fight over it,
approached with an attitude of abundance,
a few leisurely hopping into the street,
some taking two, others only one.
One remained above me on the fence,
ignoring the bounty, letting me take its photo.
Perhaps it was not hungry
and had stored enough food
or just felt assured without promises–
a permanent contract with benefits–
other food would follow.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Andrea Nicki.
Re: Andrea’s poem on crows… I like the aura of confidence the crows have about future abundance!