|Watercolor by Karen Gustafson of ManicDDaily|
Mid-heat of day, seven, and barefoot
I fly down gravel drive,
unfazed by sharp stones. Collect the mail,
scatter blackbirds skyward.
Grieve not alone as songbirds fly south,
hawk circles above pony and me,
chorus of crows less forceful
as chicks have long since left the nest.
Cherished carved pumpkins
succumb to December's bitter bite,
and trees, black-leaved, caw a warning
as I add to mother's compost pile.
Etched against my retinas
reside ghostly images, wings outstretched.
Lesson learned; crack open piggybank
purchase first pair of sunglasses - raven black.
by Margaret Bednar, March 20, 2016
Video: documentary - Secret Life of Crows - http://youtu.be/89C5gsdaSXg
Linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad - Sunday Mini-challenge - Under an Influence" My jump-off inspiration was "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens.