Daily Constitutional

by Dan Murphy

The crow walks across the street
he has a little limp you see
it is his intelligence his natural sheen
the supervisor of this suburban block
croaking commands making that
saltwater gargle that dark joy
hopping up in the fir tree’s branches
and flying down he is not our equal is he
we are not his he is a sort
of younger brother emancipated
who counts blessings on 4–fingered hand