Dogs 2015

ONE BIRD BLOWING
(11/13/15)


it's 6pm
so already dark
on a blustery
November day

I look out
to the oak
tree

angry branches
silhouetted
by street lights

on one
lower limb
a lone crow
clings precariously
attempting to counter
balance
with each new
gust

I'm not sure
if the effort
is necessary
or simply
amusement
for that feathered
bit of darkness

I wonder
if some meaning
is there
for me

an unnecessary
struggle
adding nothing
to the quality
of life

determined
claws
holding fast

no quarter
given

but none
ever asked