A temporary haunt,
In a forest home away from home.
Near nests of tinder and shine,
I depart down my path
Greeted by neighbors
With sooty eyes
Three, screaming
every morning
From high atop a pine-knotted perch
Black-winged and startled
Diversion centered, to sway an answer
Right left no the other way stupid
An afternoon
return finds
A gift dropped to me
For my straightline descent
An angel's feather dipped in ink
Soft inhalation and realize
Crows smell of baby powder