Creature of Habit

Tony Jolley 11/08/2022    

This Crow’s a creature of habit.

Every morning, to the minute

It comes to the top chimney pot

On our neighbours’ house

And cleans and preens itself

With its back to my window:

For decency,

Obviously.

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Then, side-on, first left then right,

It spreads each wing,

Fluffs its feathers

And buries its beak

To seek out those itches

It can’t otherwise scratch.

Facing me;

Looking straight at me,

It caws and kraas

[Apparently that’s what Crows do if they’re not caw-ing].

Four times

[Never more – never less]

Before falling gracefully into the air

And doing what man can only dream of.

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… As I write it’s just taken up its post  …

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