crow in morning light
pecks a dead rat on a fence
while cities burn
The crows and I are becoming familiar these days. I give them peanuts occasionally, and they frequent the birdbath. I like to think there is mutual respect.
Meanwhile, my heart hurts for the damage human beings keep doing to each other and the planet.
So there is the haiku that framed itself in my mind this morning as I ventured out and retreated back.
