Today's poem is by Amie Whittemore
The Crows
I left out a bowl of rice dressed
in violets and honey, unsure
if it was offering or temptation.A crow appeared
on my kitchen counter
and ate it all.The next morning the crow
returned with its flock,
shades draping the shagbark,all of them chanting
their own names:
Crown me, called one.Sunder, another.
Hearing its name among
those fleeing their beaks,my heart abandoned its nest.
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