Crows standing in a line.
Moss on the North side --
the monkey puzzle tree breathes
a sigh of relief. They seem
further away than they are.
Each among the murder
ducks his head in turn.
One flaps his wings, caws
and is gone in the time
it takes to hum two bars from a pop song.
Another alights on the bare branch
of a bent and otherwise lush jade plant.
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