This pastoral symphony
played out
from the station speakers
leaves the masses unmoved
gesturing wildly with one hand
the other
welding their cell phone
to the ear
but the crows seem inspired
to swirls and swoops
back and forth
from the nearby tower
as the music
rises and falls
the black birds
almost poetic
in their freedom
compared to the ant like activity
below.
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