Before Birds

Before birds in ancient forests sang
swirling winds made grasses rushy sound
leaves flutter crisp on autumn branches.
Ocean waves on crumbly beaches
pounded sounds on shalely shores.
Rain splash, tornado whirl,
branch break fall into needle leaf
fern rustle – winter ice crack
snap of spring in river gurgle
noisy ramble down to silent lakes.
On, on the sounds of tumbling water
in rivulets to the sea or whishing
soft silent into the air spin
whispering around the world til plop!
N’er a chirp or cacklecaw, by Gawd,
for there were no birds
to sing the morning praise! 


Portland, Oregon – March 12, 2020

So say the geologists, the first trees appeared in the Peleozoic era/Devonian period while birds first appeared in the Mesozoic era/Jurassic period. There may have been millions of years between the time of the first forests and the first birds.(https://www.infoplease.com/math-science/earth-environment/table-of-geological-periods)

Elegy for a Crow

Into our front window flew a crow
as I sat outside on a summer morn.
Toward me she came in slow glide
stilled wings brushing cool
the air that touched my face.
I turned to watch her walk
drunkenly down the drive
seeing in basement windows
her dazed and dazzling self –
black, beautiful, broken.

She flew away during the day
by evening she was gone –
mended and on the wing?
No. Flying low, again she came
landing hard near where we sat
her pursuers fast behind:
“Caw, caw, cawing….”

Evening’s light gave way to night
as I went outside to see if she lived.
There she lay on a path next the rose
while in a moment more stood and stepped
as I went indoors, trying to let it go
this drama in the life of a crow.

When morning came she was gone
so it seemed, all day long.
In the evening, cool drinks under shade,
I raised my eyes to see
beneath the rose, dead was she.

Close by me she had flown
came once and again and again
at last to stay where she chose.
Did she find sanctuary here
or just the dying light beneath the rose?

What can I know of death for a crow?
I can barely speak or know
my own hurt, disease, suffering,
or what I did to make it so.


Portland, Oregon – August 6, 2019