This reminded me of my favorite Mary Oliver poem: Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver The crows see me. They stretch their glossy necks I

This reminded me of my favorite Mary Oliver poem: Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver The crows see me. They stretch their glossy necks In the tallest branches Of green trees. I am Possibly dangerous, I am Entering the kingdom. The dream of my life Is to lie down by a slow river And stare at the light in the trees– To learn something by being nothing A little while but the rich Lens of attention. But the crows puff their feathers and cry Between me and the sun, And I should go now. They know me for what I am. No dreamer, No eater of leaves.