
Photo: Amitai Asif
‘Twas the best of the betters
The coveted spot
In the field,
Where the corn rose in sunshine
And worms did not stay
Concealed.
He fought hard for the privilege,
Beak and claws he had
To wield.
As the count of days rose
His calls echoed less
Even keeled.
Yet he hoped that the home
He’d claimed for her
Still appealed.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Number
The intimate life of a crow?
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