We think only of the one-note racket,
the sharp, harsh caw of crow that claws at silence
in warning or begging or a rallying cry.
But the crow, too, sings—
not like the Romeo warblers,
so that all can hear, no—
it blends soft cooing and rattles and growls
to woo as it nuzzles and ruffles and bows,
as if the crow knows that some songs
are better when shared so close
that the only one who can hear them
is the one for whom they are sung.
Loved learning this about crow songs!
So fascinating, yes??? I think of how precious that intimacy is …
What we say in public, and what we say in private.
What we say to all the world, and what we say to thou alone.
so different, these registers … oh this learning to trust them …
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