CROW 1
Hey - you've got the vantage point
higher up on the tree
Tell me if you see
any signs of food -
a dead roach, some rats or carcass
with its guts open,
something like that…
or even an open bin or scattered bits,
leftovers…you get the idea…
Just give me a caw
when you see some…
CROW 2
Oh - don't you ever think
about anything but food?
The higher vantage point here
really has put me into a philosophical mood -
and now I'm meditating over
life and death and meaning
and all you think of is food…
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