Those crows you spoke of --
I saw them.
Winging agitatedly
across the graying mackerel sky.
I did not see the wounded raven
or the family of rabbits.
Because I had no dog with me
as you had
pulling and scenting and chasing.
So I have seen what you saw.
I wonder why the crows
cawed so loudly
why the darkening day
sent them
flying back and forth
their shadows dotting the winter sky.
I do not wish to see them again.
Whatever their purpose
I do not want to know.
Nor do have I cause to find the dead raven.
Nor do I want to see the limping hare
hobbling toward its family in its hutch.
But I wanted to tell you
so you would know
that I'd heard you
and your sleeptalk of the crows.
