Three Crows

CROWS japanese

Three joyful black Crows,
aloft on the April breeze,
laugh at Earthbound men.

Consumed by spring chores,
I’m the target of their fun.
I ignore their taunts.

Puzzled now – they come close;
Perched on the rooftop – watching
with conspiring eyes.

These are my old friends.
They so hate to be ignored —
I must laugh myself.

That’s all they wanted;
Just a little of my time.
They fly off crowing.

CROWS moon2

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The Home Place, 2017



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