All Beak Through the Middle

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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.