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overhead sit the crows
with their pointed noses
and binocular eyes.
can you hear them?
they chatter to one another
beneath the guise of the sky while they sit
on the parapets and chimneys that belong to the
neighbors across the street.
where—
down below where the ants do roam
the boy runs to a love
and the sisters make fun,
though they watch the door
until he gets home.
down below where the mice burrow and crawl
the children scamper down the stairs
away from their scales and tightly strewn horsehair,
making faces at the walls
as they attempt to avoid their mother's calls.
down below where the spiders sit in a weave
the girl stands and critiques,
sighing at her perfectly fine physique
before she draws the curtains to a close.
—listen to the squak and grind their beaks.