crowked

The dead crow is on my deck, on a snack table, in a box, in a black garbage bag, weighted down by a rusty metal vise. The whole package of…

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crOw

O, a long winterwatching the crowsballet dancerson the windO, out the windowonly place she goescarried safelyon their wingsbut they won’t share their secretsshred all the evidencethey won’t grant her wishesO,…

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ol’ reliable

Every day, a squirrel climbs the ornamental cherry tree between my yard and my neighbor’s. I've been spending the afternoons on the living room sofa and am often startled by…

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