blackbird buddhism

I paused today
to watch the ballet
of two crows on the next door roof,
not aloof.
one heard the call of a car going past
and flew away
fast.
The other sat for a little while
and left a pile
of white dripping down.
The sound of his wings,
a rustle in the breeze.
I watched them turn their heads
to their own beats
instead of together in neat
rhythm.
I saw enlightenment
in the hint of each feather.