Haiku 2023–322
Published in
Nov 18, 2023
November sunset
a noisy river of crows
comes to rest in trees
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My workplace sits on a bluff with a commanding view of the valley the city sits in. It’s not uncommon to see hawks and geese and even ducks flying up through the valley. The most awe-inspiring sight comes in the fall when the crows appear.
Right about sunset this time of year you can see hundreds, if not thousands of them flying in a formation that almost looks like an undulating river. As the sun sinks behind the horizon, they come to rest as a group on some high up perch. Yesterday, the grove of trees right next to my parking spot became their lodging for the evening. You can’t help but hear them or see them. It can almost be a bit scary, but beautiful at the same time.
