My friend Greg is a crow now
And even though he died
When we were all twenty-five
I saw him today on my neighbour's roof.
He didn't turn or pause or even
acknowledge me at all
When I said, "Hey Greg
How are you man?"
He took two small
Hopped-steps to the
Invisible side
Of the roof.

Another time I saw him like this
It was Christmas morning
In England and I was alone.
My friend Greg who was a crow then too,
Landed on the absolute-top of the tree
Above where I was smoking.
He didn't say anything that time either
But he made the tree branches shake a little for me,
Right before he booked for flight.