The hungry crow on his flower-perch,
Considers me below, as if to say:
"If you were somewhat smaller,
You would serve well as my prey."
And gazing back at the omnivore,
In my medulla-brain, I feel,
An ancient instinct-anxiety:
"Human being -- as a meal".
I'm relieved to be too sizable,
To become the corvid's game,
But I lower my eyes, and
Stalk away quietly, all the same...
(Art by Mark Niemeyer)
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