After rereading, rethinking, and applying help from readers and friends, I have revised "Crows of the Lower Order." Let me know which version you prefer, if you would, please.
Crows (a revision)
Eight crows perch subserviently
Eyes petulant, waiting
Delegated to the lower rungs of the electric tower.
A hawk above them preens in her perch.
Today’s catch, squirrel or rat,
Her beak poised, a chisel ready.
Impatient, two crows hop upward.
The hawk flaunts his wingspan; they retreat.
Twin jet trails split the blue sky, jets roar in the distance,
Preparing for the expected, the public war.
A dust devil stirs the dirt, spinning across barren land.
A tug, a reminder. I move on with my dogs, My heart a scavenged tendon,
The familiar lament of dual-career parents raising children is, "I just can't do it all." The Libra Solution provides an alternative - a more satisfying and sustainable work and life approach - to the overwrought modern day norm.
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