Sunday
They gather in the trees
remarkably silent
one speaks
their morning prayers
and they
return home.
Monday
Only three arrive
to commentate
our morning walk.
We appreciate
the silence.
Tuesday
There is a reason
for all
sentient creatures
but the crow
tests our credulity.
Wednesday
A wintered branch
breaks
under the weight
of the blackness.
There is much
gnashing of wing.
Thursday
A single bird
seems pitiable
and lonley
but we lack
avian compassion.
Friday
The usual
morning cacaphony
but why are they
so happy
it is Friday?
Saturday
Would that they
were ravens
and would heed
my entreaty
Nevermore!
