Overcast morning—
 
a crow on my backyard fence
 
blends in with the mist.

 
 
 

With a shriek of joy,
 
a hawk greets the morning sun
 
and begins to hunt.

 
 
 

Midmorning coffee—
 
I sip from an old stained cup
 
that was my father’s.

 
 
 

Morning by morning
 
four crows alight on my fence
 
for their dog-food treats.

 
 
 

Labor Day morning—
 
four crows alight on my fence
 
for a dog-food treat.

 
 
 

Late summer morning—
 
her honey-do list lengthens
 
with each sip of tea.

 
 
 

Overcast morning—
 
a crow on the backyard fence
 
blends in with the fog.