[how to chew a flower] by summa iru
he will measure each of them in the vernier callipers of his beak
[how to chew a flower]
by summa iru
on the windowsill opposite to my house a crow looks at his loot—straws, stalks, petals rose as rat tongues... soon, he will measure each of them in the vernier caliper of his beak; they will slip through his nib when he tries to carry them along with the hazelnut—this he knows
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Love the way I 'see' this fellow creature through such simple words. And you never told me what to think.
I'm a sucker for a crow poem -- anything corvid related fascinates me. This particular poem, interesting in image and form, speaks deftly to the bird's intellect, which I really appreciate.