Eagle’s Nest
Grackles and Crows Cackle and call Filling the morning with their chatter Does it matter that I'm here? Not to them, they do not care About the comings and going of this Self-absorbed Man
They don't plan Except for their next meal Or where to nest for their love appeal
And when the crows Do interfere These Grackles Chase them out of here Then go back to minding Not a thing About me Who listens most intently To the songs And calls Of all things Small
From the prairie dogs bark To the red-winged black bird And the horned lark