Crow Eating

Outside my window

grows an aged grape holly

that Dr. Wilson let me dig.

It’s loaded with berries

that have long fed bluebirds,

mockingbirds, and robins.

One morning I saw a lone crow

inhaling its fruit and I wondered

where the others were.

If a lone crow finds a

new source of food

does it share or hoard?

I watched it gorge itself,

thought about crow nature

and wondered what I would do.

That afternoon the holly’s sharp

leafed limbs were bent by the weight

of crows.