A Cacophony of Corvids
Chack-chack-chack rattle,
black and white in morning light,
looking for salutes
Crow
One harsh caw breaks through—
a sharp cut in the still fog,
truth with feathered edge.
Chough
Red-beaked chattering
Chee-ow calls on the wind,
cliff-dancer’s bright cry.
Raven
Deep bell in the bones,
echoing through ancient stone—
a voice older still.
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