Darlene Gifford Poet Rhyme

The Nut-Cracker Crow

Sara Kendrick (on the Soup) told me a story about a crow.
And from that story, I had her permission to write a poem 
from what she observed. For her story, go to my poem, 
'Brown Bag Lunch" and read her comment. 
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"Caw! Caw!' was the sound of a crow,
as he flew over my head toward a pecan tree. 
How does he crack those nuts? I wondered?
as with a full beak,  he flew past me. 

I watched him by an Atlanta street,
as he waited for a light to turn from green to red.
Then, quickly, he swooped down and placed the nut
where he knew a car's tire would tread. 

"Caw! Caw!' was the call of the crow,
as he flew down once more to be fed.
But of course he waited 'till the light turned green,
otherwise, he knew he'd be dead!

The nut-cracker crow, amazed I watched him go,
and pondered how much more a small crow could know? 
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Note:  Obviously much more! According to the internet, 
crows have a brain the size of a human thumb. They
can solve complex problems and are as intelligent as a
7-year old. They are definitely no bird-brains!  Someone 
once said, "There is nothing more humbling than knowing
that consciousness is not just a human characteristic." On
the internet there are stories about both friendly and mean 
crows. The comments are mostly about the mean ones. But 
friendly crows who have visited bird feeders often leave gifts 
like feathers, shells, and other small trinkets of thanks.

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CayCay Godwin September 1, 2015 at 10:24 AM How enlightening. Whether I want to or not, I learned something this morning. Thank you ... CayCay

Mary Rotman August 23, 2015 at 4:41 PM Crows are amazing birds. At the local wildlife preserve, they have very strict guidance because people try to sneak them home and keep them as pets. I wrote a crow poem too=The Fledgling. Love this. Darlene Gifford August 23, 2015 at 6:39 PM Thanks Mary, I enjoyed your comments and will look forward to reading your crow poem.

Maurice Rigoler August 17, 2015 at 7:35 PM No, I was referring to the last line of my poem "To All Unpublished Poets". / M

Maurice Rigoler August 17, 2015 at 11:31 AM Thank you for stopping by to read me, darlene. BTW, did you get the double meaning in the last line? Just checking. I've written my share about crows because I grew up with them. They're very visible in New England in all its four seasons. I've never come across a mean one, except when they feed with others, then its a matter of greed and survival. Best to you. / M Darlene Gifford August 17, 2015 at 7:17 PM Double meaning? Which poem, yours or mine are you referring to.? Greed and survival, sounds like us sometimes, doesn't it. Is that what you were referring to? Yours in poetry, ~~Darlene