Crow Poem

No creature loiters nonchalantly like a crow. Like: how’s it going bud? I’m only sitting here because it’s hella comfy of a spot. Chill, bro. And as I walk if he should happen to appear upon a wire, and then a fence, and then a branch… Coincidence. He’s headed this way too, perchance, for reasons of his own, inscrutable to me. How could I, with my blinkered human mind, presume to know the motives…