“Life is partly

What we make it,

And partly made,

By the friends we choose.”

Tennessee Williams

This friend visits me often

He’s a most captivating crow

He woke me at first light today

Soon enticing me out into the cold

I never know where he has been

But I know that crows fly for miles

His early morning caws, intrigue me

His return, still always makes me smile

He remembers that I have peanuts

He caws out, as I toss one in the air

He very skillfully catches the first one

And quickly flies off with it somewhere

Within a few minutes, he always reappears

As he now invites me on a walk in the wood

I know he yearns for some morning company

Since any time spent with a friend is always good

And now, as I begin walking down a forested path

He flutters above me, following along atop the trees

I ask him where he’s been, and what he’s been up to

He seems happy to answer, as he caws back with glee

And soon, as I now perch on a familiar old oak stump

He quickly perches above me, in a familiar old pine tree

This wise old bird knows that I’ve got some more peanuts

So now, he begins cawing and cawing, so very exuberantly

After catching several more offerings, and eating them

My feathered friend and I say our good-byes for the day

He’ll always head off due north, and I’ll always wonder why

But I know we’re both grateful for our early morning chat today

“Life is partly

What we make it,

And partly made,

By the friends we choose.”

©November 2013, Mr. Ed