Haiku – The Crow September 22, 2010 by Isobel On the chimney stack the crow preens herself and small grey black feathers fall Share this:TwitterPinterestEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Oh, I love rooks and crows… what characters.
Do you? So do i!
It was the one thing I didn’t like in antb’s story on MyT which was otherwise brilliant.
I thoroughly enjoyed Corvus by Esther Woolfson.
Did you ever read My Family and Other animals?
This haiku is about a crow I see nearly every morning from my bathroom window, preening herself. This morning I saw the old feathers drop onto the roof.
Two wind ruffled rooks
survey their flight paths
from the roof ridge
and side-ways step
like black caped circus acts
caught halfway between
clowns and acrobats
balancing against the breeze.
They shout raucous ribaldry
to their brothers at the rookery
in battered housing
takes it’s toll
on civilised behaviour.
I have a fondness for Magpies, but must salute them all.
How beautiful is simplicity!