I’ve been watching birds-
counting Cardinals,
thinking of Harold while humming the
Eastern Towhee’s red-eye flight call.
Today I heard the crow’s song,
different than before, it sounded like you
singing in harmony with me-
a haunting siren’s song of
fledgling trickery.
Why did you fly back to me
when I am so happy?
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