"The Crow" by Oreon Trickey

Familiar in the alley
the sunrise sound of the crow

Wheels
   clicking then pausing
to investigate a dumpster
 aluminum
 copper
 whatever will bring a few cents
  at
  the recycling station
   past the viaduct

Harmless intruder
 pecking at potential income
 feasting on cast offs
  a meal
      or
  a drink
      or
  a fix

The crow lives day to day

A solitary scavenger
   irritating to some
   feared by others
ever present
   more often than not
   merely blending into  the urban landscape

Soaring slowly
in search of survival

His shopping cart nest
          hoards momentary security.