Spain Remembers

Spain Remembers

Saturday, September 6, 2008

For the Love of Crows by Becky Klein McCreary

They puncture the clear, September sky
like fat black commas in the story of a season
They feast on plump ears of yellow corn, cradled
on dry, brown stalks in a farmer’s field.
The social club of ebony birds
converge on a scrap of paper
littering the alley, appearing to discuss it
rather than covet the new find.
From the Colorado Spruce, they watch
The green-eyed house cat lying
Along the green porch rail,
teasing them into shrill laughter.
Crow, I want to follow you to your nest
where male and female take turns
season after season, incubating a half dozen eggs.
And if I split your tongue
Would you really learn to mimic my words?
Oh! With you, I want to fly
into a clear September sky.

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