Black Crow Awakening

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Today I am attempting a Renga poem for Frank Tassone’s Haikai challenge. He asked us to write a Haikai poem of our choice that included crow’s first call. A Renga is usually more humorous in nature and often composed by two or more people each adding a verse. I hope I have done it justice!

Bad dreams awake me
Incessant cawing won’t stop
Outside my window

Black crow’s obnoxious racket
Creeps loudly through my pain(pane)

I lift the window
Yelling loudly at the crow
Crow ignores my fuss

I shout and bang on the pane
Breaking glass falls at my feet

My toe is bleeding
Frustration drowns out the pain
I reach for my gun

With shells in my hand I load
A bullet in the barrel

A loud gunshot fired
Black crow quickly flies away
My shot went awry

Hitting nothing but blue sky
Black crow flew back as I cried

On blood marked carpet
I tiptoed to the bathroom
Getting a band-aid

I wrapped up my toe tightly
Black crow perched laughing loudly


Print of crow: Bing/pintrest

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Fancy crow dressed in black and blue

Smart shrewd bird of colorful hue

Looking less priestly than his cousin

Recognizes himself in the big glass mirror

Brighter than others he’s not inferior

Know it’s him when he takes a peak


Loud and boisterous his piercing squawks

Strutting around with a swaggered walk

Bold and persistent to get with he wants

Edmonton’s squatter he lives out his days

Throughout frigid winters he does not go away

Scavenging the city mid traffic and steps


Photos: Dwight L. Roth