the metallic squawks
of other birds
rise and scream
ascend descend ascend
and count and count
and count and demand more time
and you’re out
jump free
of your chains
bury yourself in sand
laughing squawking counting
the other birds (20170904)
Words and Feathers 
Were you one to play with the other birds, or were you more the reserved crow?
I can hear the birds in your fun and noisy poem.
Oh I played. I didn’t turn all grouchy and solitary until adolescence. 😉
😀
Great description
Thank you!