the crow on the side of the grimy northeast portland curbside he carries a scrap of some pale, nutritionless carbohydrate in his beak, talons deep in a greasy puddle on a strip of swampy eroded grass between the asphalt curb and the sidewalk he shifts his weight in twitchy little jumps, ticking his head back and forth back and forth back and forth as low growls of engines idling at the red light shake the ground with thunderous vibrations reverberating through his every vertebrae suddenly he drops his snack! he pecks at the ground unable to snag his little bread as it dissolves into the muddy pool below as his confusion sets in the light turns green and the trail of engines roar to life before he can finish flinching a dilapidated early 2 thousands gas guzzler hacks an enormous cloud of exhaust in his face sending him reeling jump stepping backwards in agitation desperation for air rearing his head in twitchy wreaths as we drive by and tears pool in my eyes as the muddy puddle at that little crows feet.
12/13 portland. witnessed this stoped at the light