An epic Haiku - sorta…kinda…I think…
Skies unfilled with flight,
where have all the birdies gone?
Virus soars. Crows fall.
Caw-cussing crows hushed,
West Nile brings silent summer.
Night debates cancelled.
Lone crow lies in grass.
Black wing rises once, then falls.
One more bites the dust.
Sorry for a crow?
Yikes! Just yesterday complained,
Too many darned pests.
Only crows so far.
Sparrows and finches still come
to backyard feeder.
Will they bring the plague?
Fear for Grandma, eighty-five,
Egrets, herons too.
