Crow Talk Poem by Glen Kappy
Crow Talk
As I open door
and cross the threshold—
it's the piercing cries
of crows
that cleanse my focus—
I notice sky is lightening
the air more mild
remember forecast
of a warmer day.
Again I wonder
on the talk of crows—
its message warning? —
a complaint? —
the time apportioned
for their strident calls—
like winter's touch
on naked skin—
now coming to a close?
You were inspired wonderfully poetically by crows, they inspire me too. This poem reads fabulously wow! So nice to read from your inking again, Pleez do comment my newest poem too titled, 'when life was really child's play'
Thank you for your affirmation on this poem. I’ll take a look at yours. Blessings! -Glen
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I too usually wake up listening to the cawing of crows! They are our scavengers and the most clever birds! Through their incessant cawing, we do not know what they are trying to communicate..... may be a warning, or could be a complaint! Here in our place, there is a saying that if they sit in a particular place and cry, it could be the announcement that guests are likely to come! A lovely write.... A 10
thanks again, valsa. here crows are mainly present in the colder weather and head out as it gets warmer—we're about at that time now. then in warmer weather crow sightings are rare. we're more likely then to see lone ravens flying by. -glen