Your crows,our crows

There shall be snakes of rain between our houses.
Our crows shall shake their feathers off the white
Bodies under them and wait for the rain to stop.
Your crows shall look across sheets of fuzzy rain
At the outlines of their friends visible on our roof
Wondering when the wet trees will stop shaking
To let them have their usual evening get-together.

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