I look for skull-picker
Along the traveling way
After sun’s birth
Each and every day.
The mysterious blood-starling
Who mourns her own dead
And exchanges information
Nightly, before bed.
An intelligent one
Who captivates me
And caches her food
High up in the tree.
This one I adore
And hear her every day
I often find her
By the roadside buffet.
©Shadow
Kennings: skull-picker, blood starling= crow