Honey in my coffee
but I’ve let it get cold
as the snow falls
a big blast of endless white dust
watch as a raven
picks a dog bone from our mottled yard
her beak through the middle
to get that right grip
before she flies into a Douglas Fir
to do some picking
and I would like to do more for this black bird
through this cold,
cold snap
but I’m sure she will survive and isn’t it better to protect her independence?
Us hairless ones aren’t going to be around
forever.
