for other Crow admirers
After hours at a job, the trek home,
a day came for the little bbq’d chicken
to be over, picked clean, tasty memory,
perfect choice on a humid evening
one summer it wouldn’t stop raining.
Weather aside, the bone-only carcass
sat in a sweaty fridge longer than normal
until the discovery of new additions
to a local crow family, able to fly,
enjoy being in flight with both parents.
A spot was chosen to create the feast
they would need to locate, not far,
where other meals were easily found
less thrilling, peanuts and cat-food
in the yard of a school quiet until Fall.
To share even just the bones means
the teachable man gets to learn again;
checking what may be left later on
he finds he has been gifted, realizes
the time has arrived to make a wish.
How it could come true for them,
him holding one side with fingers
and the other side held by a beak.
—
Chad Norman from Nova Scotia in 1992 won the Gwendolyn MacEwen Memorial Award For Poetry. His most recent book is Parental Forest (AOS Publishing). His poem, “The Shoulds”, was included in the Lunar Vagabond Collection as part of a time capsule scheduled for lift-off to the moon in 2025.
