Two Crows in Love

Every morning two crows perch

on a wire above my home.

For seven months

I have watched them.

They groom.

They lean.

They huddle against wind.

They nod their heads as one.

They survey the street as one.

They caw together like a choir.

They chatter sweet nothings.

They have what I don’t have.

And may never have again.

So I nourish these corvids with

crackers, chips and bread

tossed on the lawn.

Sometimes even gristle

from a steak cooked for the dog.