Dimming Calls
We once had great flocks
and swarmed the fields
ignoring the scarecrows.
Some of us would fall
from the farmer’s shotgun,
but we ate.
Then the big machines came.
They cut down our trees
so we had nowhere to nest.
They always guarded the fields,
even at night,
so we could not feed.
With no place left to live
we came to the cities,
but there wasn’t food for the flock
so most of us died.
We flew to warm places,
small towns by the beach,
where there’s not enough food
and many crows will die,
but some of us may survive.
Author: Gary Beck
Photo: Sakshi Adenwala on Unsplash
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