We knew at once

How easy it could be

Coming from different directions

To rest on the telephone line

Two with knowledge

Being used well

The wind supports the line

Even as it causes it to sway

We swing like kids in a park

And laugh

How the world hates our caws

As if their yipping is not the true annoyance

Calm crows concern them, it seems

Our sharp eyes seeing through all

Transparency that quakes the majority