12.1.15 Maybe about the plan

I was out on the arroyo 

early in the morning, 

quietly coming up the hill, 

when I surprised some kind of huge Hawk, 

hunting for a meal down along the growth 

on the steep sides; 

and the flock of young Crows, 

hunting and pecking for breakfast 

all along the cleaned farmer's fields. 

Of course, no matter what I said, 

their wisdom told them to skedaddle, 

so they did, the lot of them, 

graceful and young 

and shining black 

with beautifully edged wings, 

all taking off and calling to one another, 

maybe about the plan, 

for the next stop.