A New Day

Your friends, the crows,

Are, as usual,

Punctuating the early morning silence

With their conversation of croaks and caws-

Some close by

And others deeper in the woods,

Echoing.

At first there is a gaggle of a half dozen,

But one by one

They move on until there is one lone cackle

And eventually that one departs,

Leaving the woods are quiet

Until the Robin steps in

…