Four Crows

text and haiku by Kristen Lindquist

Leaving work after a long day I looked up to see four crows hanging out in the snag at the end of the parking lot. That dead tree is popular with birds. I’ve seen eagles, ospreys, blue jays, and flycatchers all perch there at one time or another, as well as a singing rose-breasted grosbeak and a winter flock of Bohemian waxwings. The crows are regulars. I thought they’d fly as I walked over and got into my car, but they remained, hanging out, as if resting after a hard day of loud cawing, stalking blueberries, and riding the gusts over the river and Mount Battie.

Four crows, all at rest–
the way a long day should end,
rocked by a cool breeze.