The crows keep mocking me.
If I leave my camera at home:
They pose in front of me
within arms reach.
They fly,
tantalizingly slow,
right over my head;
so close I can hear the papery rustle of their feathers.
If I have my camera in hand:
they hop,
fidget,
turn away
coquettish in all ways.
I know that I am not the only one.
Yesterday, as I was walking,
I saw two other women,
cameras in hand:
"Look, there! Three together! Quick!"
And then, before the lenses can focus,
they fly to the power lines and laugh at us.