He Loves His Wife Poem by Ravi Kopra

A lonely crow is sitting on
a tall lamp post in front of a post office
in the posh city center, watching the posh people below.
It opens and closes it's round black eyes
and goes in a trance of some deep thoughts
beyond Buddha's understanding:
I have my belly full
I know all starlings' nests
to go for lunch, dinner, breakfast
I have my own nest, my own mate for life
(by the way, her name is Cathy
it is easy to caw caw Cathy
though she will still be my mate
if I call her by some other name
Shakespeare told me that
but not among humans
I will come to it later but just imagine
someone callinghis wife Cathy when
her real name is Susan)
my chics, my friends, my enemies
and look at the humans in the street below
they don't know if their chicks are their own
who are their friends and enemies
always in a hurry
mailing letters, calling on phones
crowding roads in cars, planning wars
carrying guns, shooting innocents
in schools, churhes, apartments.
They must have some higher pupose in life
It thinks over and over and quits, saying
well, how do I know, I am just a crow
and happy to live longer than them.
It flies away caw cawing,calling Cathy
He was missing her, he loves his wife.