was that a man or woman

I look down through the trees Women in jogging suits pretending they like their tightness Traveling along with speed, their tennis shoes flying Men in hot business suits not daring to loosen their ties They are here to eat a quick sandwich, wondering why they had not stayed inside I can see the tops of people’s heads Some of these women need to die their hair better Two of them have white patches in the back I guess that is better than bald spots But wait, are they women or men? It is not easy to decipher which from this vantage point I dive down and grab a bread crumb off a bench The old thing next to me is startled Was that a man or woman? Hard to say when you are a crow