At 7.30 this morning....

.... he's on the roof again
doing this bowing, croaking thing
that Crows do when they are alone.

Some mornings it seems like
there is just him and me
in the whole world.

If this was true then maybe
he wouldn't fly off as soon as he saw me.

Meanwhile, with a few billion, or more,
other creatures still around,
until they aren't,
or either of us,
or both of us,
aren't,
it's okay.