Poetry by Glen Sorestad

Corvid Hygiene 

Crow perches on the top bowl

    of the water fountain 

    on the back deck,

bends and drinks deeply, 

    tossing its head back,

    to hasten the flow,

then bends to drink once more,

    head again thrown back 

    to swallow deeply.

I watch through the window,

    perhaps six feet away,

as sun glints iridescence

    off gliste...


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