The earth is quiet
As silent as a 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 descending
They are bound to get there fill
The dawn will
Chase the darkness
The scarecrow fails
To shoo the crows
There is sweetness
In this dreaming
Only the… created creator knows
In the soul is found contentment
When busy counting crows