I see you are hoarding nuts,

and silly fruits from the trees”, said Crow

 

“I see you are eating what looks like carrion, or maybe worse.

I saw something lying in the next street over, it looked distasteful

but maybe it’s to your liking too”, said Squirrel

 

“Come to think of it, I saw a few persimmons still on the tree next door.

Looks like the lady missed them while picking them the other day.

Or maybe they were not yet ripe.

I don’t know about such things”, said the night-dark crow

 

We are so different in our tastes and desires

What we like and, of course, do not

But we have hungers in common,

they both thought to themselves

 

“You’ll likely pick over my bones when it’s time,

in your winged search for dinner” said Squirrel

 

“Possibly, but it’s in my nature. You know this”,

Crow squawked in a wizened, black-winged voice

 

“True, but there’ll likely be others after us.

Maybe they’ll get better at being friends”,

said the coal-black eyed squirrel

 

“I do hope so”, said the hungry crow,

perched on his familiar and waiting dinner