Crow Games

How high fly the crows? 
Thirty stories up I’ve seen them 
Swimming in currents of air, 
As confident as children in puddles. 

Black flecks of night that twirl 
Upon a trampoline sun, 
They piggy-back the wind; 
Play chicken with the parking lot; 
Shadow puppet among  
The mirrored high rises, 
Dancing and diving with neither 
Fear, nor science to ruin 
The magic they conjure 
With their games of tag: 

Red rover, red rover, 
Send Corvus right over! 
Olly! Olly! All crows free! 
Kiss the clouds and make them cry, 
Then stick a talon in your eye! 

Those are the games I recognize, 
The games I played when I was a child, 
When I soared like a bird 
Through anonymous woods  
Tucked somewhere between  
My nowhere and elsewhere— 
Anywhere the crow flies.