Pick a Bird
  Marie-AndrĂ©e Auclair

Oh, shit! A nudge from the instructor.
Fifty or sixty words, ten minutes. Or so.
Shall I? Pick a bird, have a hissy fit?

Electric lines crackle and the ravens,
glossy feathers a purple flash,
yack away and caw discontent
as they hop about, wings akimbo,
to steal a piece of road-kill,
rabbit or fellow raven,
ebony beaks picking up after our cars.

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