Vitamin C (crow) in the morning is shown to increase poetry writing levels

1. i wanted to write a poem

about the crows, their organized chaos in the morning

i got out my journal, my pen

my coffee and

silence

no noisy, nosey, oily black-feathered bodies to be seen

only a quiet peering from the dark caverns

of trees

like kids in a game of hide-and-seek

when the seeker gets close

2. Good God, Dear Crow

How is your landing so

heavy, so

pounding, uncontrolled, and loud?

I've seen you land with ease

on bended treetops

unable to hold their own weight

let alone your feathered bulk

On flimsy branches I've seen you balance and,

without hands, remove the pits of cherries

dropping them strategically, staining my neighbor’s shirt

as we lounge in chairs and chat over tea

in the shade

I've watched you as I, 

unable to react quickly enough, 

lift juicy steaks off our flaming bbq, your

sleek matte-finished black beak breaking

into a wide grin in your unscathed escape

one beady eye looking back with glee

and, now,

in the quiet of the morning

this landing on our roof

like a small propeller plane landing on a wooden dock 

in a windstorm

wakes my dream-filled child with purring snores

in her sleeping bag below