I chase blackbirds into the day.

They fly away, just ahead of me,

Sidetracking me, leading me astray,

Just as a mother killdeer would

So I can’t see her babies.

But I have seen the killdeer chicks.

So fluffy and fresh and full of life,

Their infant eyes seem extra large 

On their undeveloped heads.

I chase the raincrows into night,

For never have I caught sight of their offspring,

But if I could see one,

Even in a dream,

I feel I might know for once

Where I got these very large eyes from,

And this underdeveloped head.

Because it may be, for all that i know, 

That I might be a baby raincrow.

-jenn