I’ve never seen a baby crow

I’ve never seen a baby crow
Just now, parents played chase
In the pines out there
Picked spring cones for what might be
Some bug or seed imagined by me.

Where do they learn to fly?
On what branch to branch
Do the small ones go
To then pair up each spring
And never show the fruit of egg.

With my eye attuned, alert
I might be surprised,
See their flight
Perhaps I’ve overlooked them
Taken for a starling, robin.

April 4, 2015