Crows And Contentment Poem by Hans Ostrom
Crows And Contentment
Each time crows
gather I
get glad. They
focus.
They are black.
Their
feathers shine. They
look forward.
Have brows.
Are big
and awkward and
deft and smart.
They
glide well.
They
are not satisfied.
I do sense,
though,
that crows
are
contented
with their
determined
irascibility, their
conflicts
with each other and
the world. And
such carpentered nests they build!
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