A solitary crowSits silhouettedOn top of a streetlamp pole,In swirling mist of morning fog…
for a September day
Crows sing the sunDogs answer themSweetness of clear airEntices even the stonesTo…
It ain’t poetry, but…
Patrolling sidewalks in the snow,A haughty, stiffly marching crowPaces one way, then…
A Poem
Crows’ cries carry on icy windsa constant clamor through winter monthsas they flock to city streets…