One early morning this week when I sat down at my desk, I became aware of a murder of crows on the playground outside my window, so I wrote a poem about it. Poetry is everywhere.
A flock of crows in the school yard
perched on the basketball goal,
side by side on the swing set,
cluttering the picnic table.Like children who will come out later,
they chatter, peck, and flit.
Tag, you’re it. Hide-and-seek,
Treasure hunt.Some are flying alone.
Some are gathered together.
Crows on the playground.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved
A Poetry Friday friend, Donna Smith, posted this video in response to my crow poem. Funny and clever, a crow snowboarding.
I’ve written about crows before, but at my old house, by a park, & saw many every day. I don’t see so many anymore, too many trees I think. It’s wonderful with this. They look and look, see more than we might imagine, right?
I was looking for information on ravens and found both ravens and crow YouTube videos. They are really very clever birds and enjoy a good time in the snow even. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUBMSnHH7hc Fun video of a crow “snowboarding” on a rooftop. You just have to see this!
This video is great! I’ll have to add it to the post. Thanks!
Crows are so often signs of foreboding it made me a bit nervous that so many were on the playground!
When I read it to my students, they said they liked how light hearted it was because of the usual reputation that crows have.
Nice! I saw a flock of blackbirds on neighbor’s house and tree today. Looks impressive.
I agree with you, Margaret. Poetry can be found everywhere. Those blackbirds look majestic. đŸ™‚
Love that snowboarding crow! Nothing ominous about that playful bird!!
Such smart creatures… playful too, evidently! Your poem and the video serve well to drive/snowboard that point home.
Margaret, did you see the documentary about crows on PBS — how they recognize people’s faces, and can pass information about people (who is mean, who is trustworthy) to their children? It was fascinating. Amazing birds.