Ever notice crows
walk like cow-boys,
toes in, wide stride,
tough guys of the garden?
from a distant tree – safe
they think. I watch
from the window over
the kitchen sink.
crows must hatch, wet, needy
and fragile, like other birds,
but now full grown, I half expect
my crow to chew tobacco and spit,
he seems so full of bravado,
compared to prissy little tits.
Does size mean power?
A swagger, a loud caw?
Animals seem to think so.
July 18: Cowboy
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5 responses to “July 18: Cowboy”
Nice! I did a whole investigation into urban animals some years ago around a theatre piece called Biding Time. We focused in the end on crows and foxes and indeed some of the actors working in crows found fabulous walks that they integrated into their humans.
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Some birds that walk rather than hop about, seem to be carrying an umbrella under each arm, but they don’t drop them when they move their wings!
I was thinking especially of black-headed gulls. We Turnstones are dainty on our feet and can leap incomparably gracefully into the air as one bird.
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