fruit cake

I take out last years fruit
cake
and put it by
the back door to hold it open.
the crows
in the backyard
are interested.
they flutter their oily
wings and turn
their beaks
towards what they see.
have at it I tell them,
waving
them towards the brick
loaf
of fruit and nuts.
a solidified mass of
molasses and flour,
sugar and what not.
sparrows come closer.
a wood pecker, who I think
and capable of
such a thing.