pitch beak
you descend in rough spirals
alight on branches
walls
sidewalk hopper
shadowing me
yourself a shadow
coal eye
watching me warily
as well you should
dead eater
oil feather
we share names
if not a mother
surely memories
of sky and nest
clever tool maker
i call you brother
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Words and Feathers 
Whoo your 1st line is a marvellous hook. The whole poem is one I wish I had written myself
Thank you! I really got into this one.
Gorgeous tribute!
Thanks!