And again....

.... he's here doing his Crowy thing on the roof
but when I go outside he flies down into the field
which was ploughed just two nights (and all night) ago.

He's still out there, striding about, crowing and bowing,
on his own, but I can hear replies from the wood
which he listens to then strides on, busy with
only he knows what.

Just getting by, I suppose. Autumn coming in.