Analysis of Crows in Spring

There is a spot
Next to Wendy’s Fast Food.
Lots of trees
Awaiting leaves.
Next to a small
Creek
running clear
And lyrical.

The crows are above
Many of them.
Black and boisterous.
But their cries hold
The magic and promise
Of May flowers.
Short sleeves.
Evening walks.
Front porch talks.
Dry baseball fields.
Tulips’ lush yields.

Go ahead guys.
Make all that noise.
Whoop it up.
Fine  by me.
Soon you will be
Hard at work
Feeding your young ones.