waking to crow song

waking to crow song
now a more biblical silence
wraps around the land
like a crazy coyote dreaming
in soft grey threads
of high lands, fresh water
streams past sight

sounds breaking the barrier
between pink sumac berry bush
and strutting on one's own-- poplar
far from the madding crowd
we start our own trends
based on chekovian props

such as old maple dressers
spectacles that need cleaning
and day old soup... picked at
like little crows who get
under my skin, and then
side step "responsibility"

rests in the beak of the beholder
caw caw pe-ow pe-ow

poem and photo by kate lamberg~
all rights reserved, (c) '13