Out for the morning walk, I
come across a crow dancing
with a mocker vying for
some delicacy lying
between the two passerines.
To avoid making matters
worse, I walk around the scene
but the crow just follows me,
leaving the mocker to fly
away with the fine morsel.
Have I somehow intervened . . .
or is the crow, after all, . . .
after me?
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