object to the cats in their
dawn hunting trip
across the brittle lawn
dry, dry
a crow the size of my
St Francis statue
surveys the scene
from the birdbath
his wire legs bend as
he takes a crow-hop
off the granite bowl
onto the bone-dry lawn and
struts toward the cats
who, being no fools,
head for the patio
crow companions skrawwwwk
their approval
the cats embody
insouciance
in the face of the insolent crows
an elegant unspoken balance
in a dry land
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