Crows’ calls echoes
Across the earliest of mornings
At the first glowing light
Of day.

No matter how early
For the rest.

Calls echoes across residential blocks
Caw-Ca—caww----Ca
Cah-ca.
-pause-
Cah-cah-ca-aa,
-pause-
Their sound travels on the wind
To another,
Across the way, to another
Tree
Powerline.

Crows speak int their own caw.
Another replies in
A different pattern
Back at the first
They speak

In simple sounds
Rhythmic variation

Yet, somehow more
Intelligent than humans.


© R.R. Hannaman