Cacophonies in autumn’s sky herald
A crow situation. Pecans, ripened
And alluring, beckon black wings detailed
By experience, calling in descent,

Onto the bounty of nature’s table.
I sit and listen to their joyful noises,
Sure there is sweet music in unstable
Croaks and squawks that crowkind love to employ...

Autumn falls with ascending gravity,
Attaining seasoned-height’s lucidity,
And position, in our lives. “Guarantees
Are not for the wing'ed!” crows croak with glee.

Autumn falls with fruitful grace, feeding crows
Of natured fate. Feeding crows, autumn goes...

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/20/05