Three crows wake reluctantly
from afternoon naps and stumble
to a telephone wire,
a common place for waking
into the bland and human world
but the process (not aided
by steaming mugs of coffee, which the birds
have not yet achieved) offends them,
crusty eyes staring disconsolately
over a new-mown lawn
as all hunch against the air
with ruffled tailfeathers
wishing they were still asleep and dreaming
of swimming.