rain song

Crow in the Rain by Rea N. Radifer

in the rain crows go quiet

they rest on wires

ruffling first one wing

wringing the next

then sit as still as statues

until a sudden urge to float

throws them down to

eek out worms

rain has much the same

effect upon this poet

who sits non compos mentis

on her little couch-throne

eyes barely open

in a rain-soaked dumbness

the will to live gone

yet eeking out poems

postscript.

after i wrote this, i watched a little tribe of soaking wet

sparrows pecking at seeds on my patio. it was such a 

pathetic sight. it seems the heavy oregon rains are back,

along with the struggles of all us birds and bird lovers.

~lt