Caw of Crows Crowd the Sky in Autumn

What was once a whisper
explodes into cacophonies of sound
when crows flutter on a wire
as though a crow conference
is about to begin, when suddenly
waves of silence scan the air
as though the power is disconnected
before a guest of honor arrives,
or a conductor taps his baton for attention,
the crows’ cackling ceases instantly
and the hoot of an owl
confirms this orchestration
for Autumn
to begin.