The Father

Crows like company.
Family breaktasts
on hot summer mornings,
Neighborly roosting
on cold winter nights.
Sometimes it is fine to be
Just onee
Jo sail a sweet breeze
To walk a trozen pond
o wander on your own trom town to countr
and back again.
but always we return to flocks,
feasts, and complications.
Leave solitude to woodpeckers
hummingbirds, phoebes,
evil owls, hatetul hawks.
We are crows.
And crows like company