Crow Fly

Cawing on the rooftop
throwing nuts to break open
on the pavement
breaking open memories
of teenage years of
trying to sleep on a Saturday
but hoody crow would not allow it
crack
bounce
run down the roof
laughter at their own antics
pissing me off
at their seeming mirth
of waking me

Many years have passed
and a murder of crows
brings back longing of those days
down comforters
new records to play
waiting for the boy with the car
Brings me back to innocence
mystery
a dark mirth
waking my memories
with their laughing call
watching me with sideways glances
as they pass by
deep midnight clouds
moving off into the twilight
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