In a field with one tree
A crow would always
Wait
Wait for me to come out the door
He would caw
Wings up
Showing me the strength in his shoulders
I asked the native American who worked with me
Why
He would laugh
At my sad eyes
He would laugh at
Why he would know why
In between then and now
A hundred birds or more
Tried to get closer to me
At a stop sign
A chickadee flew in my window
Robins made a nest by the living room window
I watched them grow and fly free
The Cardinal
That landed two feet from me
Early in the morning
On a short fence by the house
Sang to me
Like my mom did when I was young
I am not sure where she is now
I still see the crows
When I am down and out
Staring at me
They no longer caw
They are too busy watching