All photos by PSC / 2014 |
Contempt of Crows
Heard
their raucous cawing
long
before I spotted them
perched
high in the canopy.
Pondering
what (or who)
they
heckled, I imagine them
cheering
me on
as
I labor uphill
hindered
by heavy layers,
spindly
sticks straddling unwieldy shoes,
while they look on, amused.
With
droll departing squawk,
they
levitate, slipstream the breeze,
and
leave me alone to lumber.