Crows in Spring
There is a spot Next to Wendy’s Fast Food. Lots of trees Awaiting leaves. Next to a small Creek running clear And lyrical. The crows are above Many of them. Black and boisterous. But their cries hold The magic and promise Of May flowers. Short sleeves. Evening walks. Front porch talks. Dry baseball fields. Tulips’ lush yields. Go ahead guys. Make all that noise. Whoop it up. Fine by me. Soon you will be Hard at work Feeding your young ones. As are we.