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I Want to Call them Crows - May 22, 2026

Gary Hunter
May 22
1 min read

you know those legendary birds

of ravaged corn fields,

evil prediction and death

as a murder of crows

 

well here flies their bigger,

blacker, bolder cousins,

together, an unkindness of ravens

 

a name not always applicable,

because today I watched four of them

hop around, bow to each other

with head feathers fluffed forward

then hop and curtsey some more

 

though the thing I most admired

in this rare raven-learning moment -

 

they didn’t care who was watching

 
 
 

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