Into all our back yards, the ever-vigilant crows cast their bright eyes. Silent as spies, they drop onto the damp grass, prod the turf, looking for clues to we-know-not-what.
They step carefully around the perimeter, muttering to themselves, and after making a few quick calls, the crows spread their wings, fly low over the lawn, and swoop away to make a report.
Sherry Poff writes in and around Ooltewah, Tennessee. She holds an M.A. in writing from the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. She is a member of the Chattanooga Writers’ Guild and the Poetry Society of Tennessee. Sherry’s work has appeared recently in Women Speak, The Zest of the Lemon, The Clayjar Review, and Speckled Trout Review, among others.