Stone #4 aros


For A River of Stones

A Moment of Crows

Maybe twelve of them
in ragged circle of wind-milling wings,
instantly deciding each to go his own way,
crisscrossing one another’s paths,
like synchronized marching band,
no collisions, and the sky
is empty.

Note: There is still time to join us.


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6 Responses to Stone #4 aros

  1. This is great, I see it everyday outside my studio window, can you see it too?


  2. I love it – wonderful crows. Lots of them – and the bigger ravens – around here. I like the mental image of them in a circle windmilling their wings……”and the sky is empty.” Good one.


  3. 1sojournal says:

    Thank you Sherry, we don’t have the ravens here, but when I took a road trip west, our first night at the Grand Canyon, we had a picnic a few feet from the North Rim, and a glistening huge raven perched in a near-by tree and regaled us with stories, in a deep gravely voice I can still remember. We made sure we left a few tid-bits as a tip for his wonderful entertainment of the evening.



  4. deb says:

    You captured this nicely, one of those great scenes we’ve all seen. (I’m a crow fan.)


  5. 1sojournal says:

    Deb, thank you and I am a fan of most anything with feathers.



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