Consider the crow.
It’s cawing in its own crow way
and we listen in our own people way.
What do you know, observant crow?
I see what you don’t see
says he (or she).
Scattered grain on the ground below.
Listen! Because I am free!
The people look up
and see the clouds above.
Not the puffy clouds of yore
but scattered digital tweets of love.
(c) 2018 Larry Kilham