I love crows. I love their size. Their majestic appearance. I even love their outspoken-ness--they're never afraid to give you a piece of their mind.
Along with rabbits, I've seen an abundance of crows this year in my small part of the world, so, today's ekphrastic cherita is about crows, punning, and a human foible--insecurity!
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. "A Murder of Crows" by Mildred Anne Butler.
junior high redux
cease for a second
then one or two lead
off the comments until
the murder joins in
It seems I also have an abundance of crow poems in my files; here is a random sampling.
This one is a New Year's poem, "first" is a kigo--short-hand for New Year's Day.
looks like yesterday's
a cawing of crows
...the scent of snow
the back and forth
of waking crows
on the streetlight a crow
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Painting by Hokusai, courtesy Library of Congress.
under every autumn leaf
Englyn (a Welsh form with lines of seven syllables):
FARMER v. CROW
Summer's coming and the crows
comment while the farmer sows--
sows and hoes and weeds and hoes...
Summer passes, crows still wait,
ways to tease and aggravate.
Now it's time! The ripened corn
suddenly becomes airborne!
Crows ignoring scarecrow's scorn.
Farmer acts the lunatic
trying ev'ry dirty trick.
Vengeful thoughts are really sick!
Fields and corn he can't defend.
Farmer's now around the bend.
Crows, of course, win in the end.
All poems © Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
I probably have a dozen more corvid inspired poems, but I'll save them for another time!
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