D. L. Schiefer

Poem was written a few years back when we lived in a rural area. We always had crows coming and going, cawing, squawking and making noise, especially in the morning.. At times it seemed like the same ones came and went during the day so I wrote the title down, then later added more words.

I have always found pleasure in writing, but lacked any training, so I just record what is on my mind at a given time, some of it rhymes, some of it has form, but mostly just as it comes to me when experiencing it or recalling it at a later time.

I usually just write a phrase, or line, then revisit it at a later time, sometimes much later as this one, and will probably pen a few more versions of it, just as a painting seems to never finished, so are these writings.