Any day you can’t see
the crow which has a
notable white stripe over
the protruded beak and
a queer round head, two
or three or a dense bunch
of hair brushing the breeze
of the late cloudy noon. Yes,
a late cloudy noon or early
summer morn or autumnal
eve it comes and sit on the
grill of my ‘lone balcony. It
never caws. Only bask in
the breeze closing its eye.
Bits of biscuits or bread or
rice mixed with curry, when
offered, it look at first like it’s
trying to read my mind, then
hop on the grill for few turns,
looking a’one is there or not,
‘fore it start having the offering
and then fly away after knocking
the grill with its beak. You can’t see
the crow any day (you want).
#A’one is anyone
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