the earth is quiet
as silent as the tomb
crows gaggle on a wire
against a harvest moon
it seems a thin place
where I am standing
as if; time
were standing still
I count the crows decending
bound to have there fill
I know the dawn
will chase the darkness
Will the scarecrow
shoo the crows
their is sweetness
in this dreaming
and perhaps
the scarecrow knows
in you\'re soul
you find contentment
when your busy
counting crows