I wrote this haiku in response to a newspaper article about open war on crows in Auburn.
I was troubled by the idea of shooting crows randomly. There should be a better way of dealing with these creatures.
As a bird lover I have always been stunned by the powerful presence crows bring in nature. No wonder so many visual and verbal artists use the common crow as a muse.
I could visualize crowds of crows in the severe winter sky of Central New York.
Where will they rest?
A crowd of crows fly
in the winter sky, searching
for shelter in snow
