A murder of crows
Covers the skies
They fight over food in the parking lot
Empty fast food wrappers roll past like tumble weeds

Black eyes meet
Razor beaks click in anticipation
They both dive for the last fry
Slashing with hooked claws
As one captures the prize
The battle takes to the air

Swooping, dodging, clawing, cawing
All this war over one little fry
Observers look like music notes
Lined up on power lines
Pure black against morning’s sunrise

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