THAT Crow

Nature's way of confirming my existence.

 

THAT Crow.

 

Crows,

in an indignant sort of way,

thrashed around,

clamoured and squawked

in the budding canopy,

over my back yard.

 

It was too early

for the grey squirrels,

and too busy for the

Bluebirds, apparently,

but I drank java on the deck

under a smoky March morning,

anyway.

 

Then, to my surprise,

one crow started to Caw

somewhere in the middle

of the squeaking and boister.

One crow,

singing his own song—

and I could relate.

 

Stiver

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Finding beauty/empathy in an unexpected place; it's kind of like you shunted the crows to one side, as having no personality, just being a squawking mass - not as good or pretty as the squirrels and chirping birdies - and then one stood out as an individual and your narrator found appreciation for it/him/her.
This has a solid, finished feel to it, which is nice - a lesson learned, a portrait created...

Thanks for posting this; I enjoyed it.
The simple, positive moments of life.

[James Horsley]

AHA! That's clever. Oddly enough, I've had similiar experiences.
They are annoying birds, Crows. But I suppose they're just as important as anything or anyone.

[Bear]

;~) sometimes we all need a little time to awaken and some java to get the blood flowing and because of the crow, or usually the Grackles, I sleep with my window closed so my sleep can continue past the time of their squawking. One Crow, singing his own song... good line we can all relate to oft times.
Bear

[R J Askew]

I like this very much, it is great to suddenly feel at one with some aspect of nature. The joy of the moment comes over well! CAWWWWWW! CAWWW!

[Mark Pearce]

I like the end of this. Identifying with something that originally is apart from you...part of the cacophony.

[Ken Simm.]

A conversation or a murder of Crows.

[Penny Ellen]

The ending is a total surprise. You start off dehumanizing the crows, and then just feel this instant connection to one.

[Just Manoosh]

What I love about this piece is that you are boxing your crows inbetween the arrival of other animals ..... if its not one visitor its the next.

Such a simple piece masterfully done.

Mx

[Emily B]

Seems like I know this. Or maybe you have two poems about crows. It was a long time ago. And my memory gets a little fuzzy sometimes.

I am always struck with understanding for that one crow that sings alone in the bunch.