crows

Those Crows

| Flower Roberts

I live among a group of crows.

Where they roost I do not know.

Crows in a storm.

I see them fly in the strongest wind.

They walk in snow for food to fend.

Crows come in numbers to my yard.

They dig in snow when times are hard.

I see them here and there all day.

They seem to never go away.

Until the sun sinks in the sky,

then somewhere else they all do fly.

They will return when the sun does, too.

When day is here, the night is through.

Those crows are brave. Those crows are smart.

Those crows could not survive apart.

They stick together for food and place.

They share their booty and their space.

Why can’t we humans learn to know

the lessons from our American crow?

FLOW

Here is a wonderful children’s book about crows.  I love the title.

Crows Walk in Snow

| Flower Roberts

I have watched crows walking in snow many times this winter.

Three crows in snow

They walk along the ground and sometimes bend over. I wondered if they were poking around for food.

Why did the crow cross the road?

I saw one walk across the road and peck at the asphalt. Was it eating snow?

Crow tracks

Later I found these three sets of tracks on my patio.

Three sets of crow tracts crisscross patio.

All I know is, crows walk in snow.

FLOW

The Crow’s Wings

| Flower Roberts

I heard the crow’s wings beating the air as it flew silently over my head and landed in the tree next to me.

Blue Ridge Mountains


There are always crows here in the mountains.


They are usually squawking and cawing. They are too noisy.



But I did like the sound of the crow’s wings.

FLOW among the crows.