What Comes with Crows

Sometimes the bird shit is hard to ignore –
splats of bright white on the deck.
Waking this morning I paused at the door,
arrested by more than a speck.
A crow had released a catharsis before
I arose, but not long did it wreck
my vista. I doused it by watering can,
and now it’s reduced to a milky off-tan.

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