Your House, Crow's House

Sleek, black, beaked, a furl of feathers, wicked looker staring back.
Splayed feet, big spaces between what I call your five toes, beauty.
Tracks that leave snowshoe prints. Snow once or twice a year, usually.
Gone like rain into dry earth. Two eyes across the road. Good luck.

(1 February 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander