Murder of crows

just a stroll in the park

not a power walk

woodpecker churls in tree

no staccato drumming

you sit on a bench

by the pond

savor a bite of apple

ask the Creator

to quide your words

refine your craft to service

high in trees

crows fly back and forth

back and forth

caw – scritch, scritch, scritch

you read some where

crows remember faces

wonder how many crows

does it take to form a murder of crows

hope they see

you mean no harm

a cardinal flashes red

along the shore

mallards launch from cattail reeds

squirrels pole dance slender pines

you haven’t heard the owl in the woods

for a week

ask yourself again

how many crows form a murder

shrill wren calls from bush

mourning dove does not coo regrets

on the edge of the park

a transformer explodes

birds go silent

too many factors

to divine an omen

today

6-5-26