It's Still Life

Naturally Crow

he soaks bread
in the puddle,

lifts it soft
to his beak.

black coat,
bright eye.

then to the window —

he waits
until I look.

one tap.

and gone.

Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Natural

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