Mama Crow
Oh Mama Crow
atop your nest
this stormy April day,
your small dark head peeps through the boughs
that bend and twist and sway.
You seem to ride each wave of wind
with calm determination.
No little gust will keep you from
your task of incubation.
So hang on tight,
the skies will soon
be blue, and nests will dry.
Just in time for baby crows to
hatch and grow and fly.
