Survival of the Happiest

All the way back from office,

What I could see are crows…

All settled on big trees

Crewing aloud.

It is annoying for everyone

But not for me…

I see them as survivors

Of the city life.

When other birds escape,

They breathe happily…

Eating and sharing

Anything and everything.

They survive

Chatting all aloud.

Caring no one,

Listening no one.

Down the trees in dawn

Vehicles sleep quietly.