bent_bird_broken_wing tender_square i cross the creek bridge, rainfall’s rush swift beneath my feet. on the other side, a solitary crow perches on a picnic table. i stop and stare, transfixed by iridescent indigo and a press of sorrow. the corvus thrusts upward, lands higher on the head of a flickering street lamp at the moment he sings in my headphones “when you spread your wings and take to the sky / anyone watching will be moved beyond reason.” i witness the weak light blink brighter with each wingbeat. he harmonizes with himself, a choir of compassion rising as the sun stretches higher. it’s not very early; neither am i. 220615 what's it to you? who go blather from