Crow(ded)

Crows gawking over the newly laid mulch

    Squirrels telling jokes over one another
    never stopping to laugh

Flowers left un-smelt by rushing passers-by

                                 The mulch is getting hot 
                                 even for May-time

  Spontaneous combustion

State of the Union my soul 

                    Crows gawking
                    warming themselves on the power lines 
                    after the rain
     hooked up to the grid 
     for when their power goes out