Crow Quarrel - A Human Exchange
Two angry crows
Perched high in a tree
Covered in snow
Dancing the breeze
Broken branches sway
And decrepit leaves
Fall
A moment in time
Without resolve
Leaning in to see
A quarrel of greed
A nut, perhaps a seed
Stolen in need
Three angry crows
Perched high in a tree
I glanced for a moment
Laughed
And walked away
Reaching the house
The arguing fades
Perhaps, a meeting of the minds
But, who's to say
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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