Crow
Hand me your button and bottle cap devotion. Bring me your silver coins.
Unsettle me in your stillness. Smart enough to spook. Whistle and laugh with your too human tone and disquiet my walk down the street.
Mock me my words and my vocal fry. Tap with your claws when I’m 4… 5… 6… minutes later than yesterday.
Follow me home and obey me. Learn from my saunter and step. Then grow out too wide for your wingspan and speak up too loud to be still.
Bite down hard with your sharp sharp teeth. Leave me a mark and bleed.