The Meek And The Humble

They're back! it loudly exults, the black
feathered sentry calls, espying us
entering the ravined wood, as a
chorus of response and dark wings
assemble expectantly on nearby treetops.
Crows' clever minds and sharp eyes
alert to opportunity avidly taking note
of our peanut dispersal within craggy
nooks and crannies they have become
accustomed to triumphantly raiding.

They're back! we grumpily rumble,
loathe to replenish a daily delicacy for these
enterprising birds taking clear possessive
advantage of offerings left specifically for
chipmunks, squirrels, chickadees. Yes,
we admire their innate and nimble intelligence,
discernment in identifying us, our purpose
and the caches, but rebel at the very
notion of advantaging any but the
forest's meek and the humble.