Good Friends Come to Call
by Lenora Rain-Lee Good
The sun warm, the breeze cool,
I waited in my chair, dozed a tad,
my mug of water on the table beside me.
A soft swoosh of wings nearby—
I opened an eye to see a friend arrived—
waiting on the edge of my mug,
watching me watching him,
watching his reflection in my water.
I moved slow, offered a bit of cookie.
He cocked his head, stretched, took the cookie.
rinsed it in my water before eating.
Repeated four or five times
then returned to his trees where I heard
him caw, caw and I assume tell friends
and family of the largesse below.
Soon my water grew thick with
cookie crumbs. All morning the crows
came, took cookies, rinsed them, and left.