I just want to know what they’re saying to each other
Hundreds of them, circling, cawing loudly.
Each one with his own story, excited to scream it
Over the others – must be the first
And loudest.
It must be pressing
6 O’clock news worthy
To wake me up so early
And make me think
Before I’ve had my coffee.
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