I didn’t quite know

what to make of that crow’s strange

behavior today,

but my granddaughter said she

was sure I’d find some

meaning, deep and profound, like

I always do if

I’d give myself half a chance.

~

There was no tasty

morsel enticing him, but

he, knowing we were

 approaching in our car, just 

kept on strolling down

the road in front of us ’til

he was ready to

move to a lawn near by. No

hurry, no worry, 

alert with no agenda.

~

Was he modeling

a way of being we should

adopt? Granddaughter’s eyes roll.

                                                                                       JDG