As mist escapes the clutches of the night
feeling its way through branches of time
see how it comes alive
to the sound of the crow dawn dance
Oh listen to the cawing
as they burst through the mist
see their swirls of song erupt
in magnificent trails of flight
Listen to them now
shaking the dew from their wings
as they dance the crow dawn dance
wingtip stroking wingtip
Oh the noise
the beautiful noise
as they soar above treetops
with their voices scratching away morning chill
The sound of the crow dawn dance
echoes in the distance
fading like the mist
Oh they’ll be back tomorrow
Included in my book, ‘After the Rain’, 2017
Available from My Author Page at Lulu.com
A Gap In The Clouds 
So captures the presence – in sound and vision – of crows. They are bold and beautiful, as only something of nature can be. Love it!
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Yes they are 🙂 Thank you, Diane x
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I love this, Martin – it’s so wonderfully evocative and appreciative of these often-maligned birds, who deserve our respect! Strangely, we don’t have crows around our place (although they do hang out 2 km down the road, at the beach). But we do have their big cousins, ravens – and they are also extremely talkative. The morning dance you describe seems very apt – thank you!
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Glad you liked it, Laurie 🙂
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Hi Martin, I heard crows as I was reading this, and they seemd to agree with you! They will be back! 🙂
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Wonderful! 🙂
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