Every time I went to the Homewood Theatre in the 50s
to see a movie, I would always buy
a box of Black Crows.
There was something about that perfect blend
of bitter and sweet that attracted me,
even as a young boy. This morning there were
three black crows pecking away on the road ahead of me
as I walked past the hermitage.
They flew away, cawing, as I got near
and then they’d land on the road again, a bit further on.
By the time I reached the end of the road,
at the White Cottage, they flew off south
into the morning mist that shrouds
the knobs, and you and me, in such bittersweet mystery.
Yes and I’m sitting here in siesta key reading about your black crows A Blacksnake crawled literally in front of my toes from one bush across the walkway to the other. Thankfully I do not freak out at all, in fact I had black snakes and garter snakes as pets at my house and learned to handle them and actually love them a lot-I even raised baby crows and I was taught by a game warden to take out of the nest at the right time and brought them home where they lived Until they were mature adults and I release them after them growing upin a 4′ x 4′ x 8′ outdoor screened enclosure which I built. Maybe I need to write some sort of a poem about all this. Glad to know you’re back from Haiti and as you it was not easy but you did your best-I know it was a challenge. Welcome back!