
crows turn to threat:
while pigeons remain
oblivious.

crows turn to threat:
while pigeons remain
oblivious.

a crow alights
on a slender, bare branch,
riding the bounce.

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

three crows circled up.
their conversational look
makes me nervous.
a murder of crows
call from trees in unison
hidden amid leaves
invisible but noisy
what secret taunts curse us