There was a crow that endlessly looped, creating a scene for itself.
The crow dodged tree branches,
glided for several minutes on end,
and narrowly avoided nose diving to the pavement in front of my feet.
All while cawing it's lungs out.

The best and important moments are ones that can't be caught,
the ones where you should be afraid of getting caught.
It's evidence on a camera that incriminates yet is somehow beautiful.
The crow left and silence took over.
My condemnation went away.

The cawing creeped back into my ears, intensity increased.
A second crow appeared.
Possibly a mate?
They perched on separate branches, in separate trees.
They called back and forth,
back and forth,
back and forth.
Never at the same time.

What type of communication was this?
Friendly debate?
Mating call?
Normal conversation?

What seemed right, was quickly wronged.
As everything happened, much too fast, I was stunned.

Another bird exposed itself, below the crows, from it's own nest of clotted branches.
It's yellow beak layered nicely against the clear sky.
But, a third?
The wings of the yellow-beak fluttered uncomfortably as it rushed.
Both crows plunged towards yellow-beak and sped up the chase.

Only unity of the two crows showed.
There was no benefit.
Yellow-beak was too big to be prey.
No need to scare it off, too small to be a predator.
Still, their squawks continued, even after they disappeared from my sight.

Humans are anything but graceful.
We have our own accounts of these acts, but are much worse.
Where does this come from?
Is this trait in every species or is it witnessed from us?
Birds degrading other birds.
Did we witness this?