Three crows stroll along
the dirt road: adolescents
with somewhere to go.
Somewhere important
no doubt, but they let you know
they’re in no hurry.
Sunlight sheens their backs
& they are comfortable
muttering their dark joy.
Oct 082008
Oct 082008
The first chickadees have returned from their alpine summer range in the High Peaks to our foorhills. For the last several days I’ve been watching one of them, who sits on the powerline that runs from the road to the house, flitting methodically between this steady perch & the small blue berries of the dogwood that grows outside my study window. He’s such a tough little bugger.
Aug 262008
I had read something previously about this research into the fact that crows can recognize individual humans, but this is a more extended account. A couple of months ago up at the Blue Mountain Center, I wrote three poems about crows — we had a noisy resident group who entertained me through the afternoons, congregating in the Jack Pines near my window. Reminders that we humans share the world with many other intelligences & perceivers.