As the Crow Flies

My wife fears
I'm being stalked,

But he's gentle
And keeps his space

Looks for me
And knows my face.

He lights on trees
And hydro poles,

Follows me to the woods,
Then all the way home.

It’s a game with him,
Something to do

And he's become fast friends
With my pup too,


Jays and cardinals
Visit my yard

Feeding in turns
Safe from harm,

But my peripatetic friend
Won't wait in queue

Choosing to fly
As part of my crew.