Crow Ii Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Numerous crows descending on a dead rat
On the centre of the road when signal is red,
I see them landing but NOT adjusting
Tail-feathers thrice, as I was expecting them to do.

I now doubt my powers of observation:
Suitably humbled,
I look afresh at the crows
Flying to see how they land and adjust.

Life renews its freshness
Deep down always at its core.

Do I re-write the past, and the poem?
Or leave it, but express myself
Now more carefully in keeping with life’s
Basic characteristic –
Freedom to change and evolve?