Clever Like A Crow

I cannot look at a crow
without imagining that he wears
a slick grin, running lengthwise, inviting.

It's your fault, your totem,
I see everywhere lone
or with another doing crow things.

Topping telephone lines,
streetlights and cawing orders,
drilling bottom
of trashcans for leftovers.

Most would think just a black bird,
an annoying pest. Not me, however,
I see you, oh so clever, wicked
lover, I see you.