Crows always seem like such wise old watchers to me. If they could talk, I wonder what stories they would tell
I took the photo of this old sage in Loeppky Park, Dawson Creek this summer.
This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by Michelle at her blog Today’s Little Ditty
September 16, 2016 at 7:32 am
I love crows. Good thing I’m not a farmer. Or a scarecrow.
September 16, 2016 at 12:12 pm
Crow sees all! Your photo is an excellent accompaniment.
Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
September 16, 2016 at 12:37 pm
Goodness, two crow poems in one roundup (Kiesha has the other). And sitting next to me is CROW SMARTS by Pamela S. Turner and BIRDOLOGY by Sy Montegomery. Clearly the universe is telling me something! Your haiga is gorgeous, as always, Violet—solemn and poignant.
September 16, 2016 at 1:03 pm
I often wonder about this, too! So cool that we are both featuring poems about these mystical birds today. You go crow! Thanks for sharing, Violet!
Jane the Raincity Librarian
September 16, 2016 at 3:02 pm
Crows certainly are intelligent, you can just see it in their eyes that they know exactly what’s going on!
September 17, 2016 at 6:31 am
I’m fascinated by crows. Such intelligent creatures! Nice poem and photo pairing. Thank you!
September 18, 2016 at 6:43 pm
This crow seems to be keeping a secret – I want to hear his stories. Thanks for the haiku and intriguing picture. =)
Brenda Davis Harsham
September 19, 2016 at 8:49 am
A crow must trust you to let you get a wonderful shot like that.