No fauna are seen in this paved-over urb
except, of course, the two-legged kind--
too many of them.
Oh, a squirrel, now and then, scuttling
under the sidewalk trees gathering
nuts. No birds either, except
occasionally a civilized duck cruising
in the condo swimming pool.

Ah, but wait for the change of weather
first chill
when the crows—in huge convention--
crowd the evening sky--
caw caw caw twisting tossing
scudding under clouds
in the turbulent air
a cacophonous commotion conversation of
caw caw caw
and then as the day darkens
coming to rest on the bare crooked
branches of venerable oaks quieter
but still continuing
their raucous intercourse
caw caw caw.