Crow Knows

Gray day:

murky pall

casts shade

upon all.

Sun’s glare,

a white wall,

beats through

the dim sprawl.


No rain

falls anew,

no rest

from dull hue.

Black bird

with high view,

seems to know

what to do:


Bobs head,

looks around,

fluffs tail,

peers down

from high roof,

with no sound,

mocks me

on the ground.


© 2015 Stephanie Parsley Ledyard


Inspired, of course, by a Monday Poetry Stretch from The Miss Rumphius Effect, the blog that has kept me writing¬†even when I didn’t think I had the focus to find the words. This poetry form is called a Cheuh-chu. Really!