crows

It is simple, really
when I walk across
the parking lot
to the store
hoping to find something
to cook for dinner
everyone hungry at home

and the crows come
sweeping in
to the tall tree in the
abandoned yard
where the feral cats
have lived for years

it is simple really
they show me...
just settle on a branch,
push a little against
the wings and beaks
find the stillness
in the evening as
the moon full
against the sky holds
this hope...

it is so simple
they say in their calling
just rustle into
the storytelling of crows
and listen until
you feel safe again.
----- faith

A lone crow
sits on a dead branch
this autumn eve

On a withered branch,
A crow has stopped
Autumn's eve

They end their flight
one by one--
crows at dusk

perching on a mud wall
in the spring rain
a crow

A crow
has settled on a bare branch
Autumn evening

autumn passing
she hears the crow call
her name

Johnye Strickland

crow and moon

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