Sunday, October 03, 2010

bring on the cawing

they sit on my window sill
cawing creates a cacophony
I try to shoo them away
they don't budge an inch
black crows on my window sill

what tales they carry
of this world or the nether one
I try to shoo them away
they keep themselves fixated
black crows on the terrace floor

the cawing gets worse
they fight for supremacy
I try to shoo them away
they stare at me unblinking
black crows simply jumping around

a sudden quiet, no one is there
I look heavenwards
I try to bring them back
Where did they go in a jiffy
blacks crows possess magical powers

"my dad used to say, no other bird brought you news about your ancestors"

31 comments:

Nanka said...

I do agree with the Crow behaviour that you have described so exactly. Can be real pesky!!
Nice take on try!!

anthonynorth said...

Great words on crows. Enjoyed it.

megzone said...

beautiful poem :D
and yes my granny also says Crows are our ancestors :D
cute poem.. loved it.. :D

Rinkly Rimes said...

They certainly have a Wise Woman look about them!

Deborah said...

I loved this!

Patti said...

That's one of my favorite sounds to hear. Great take on the prompt

Jeeves said...

Enjoyed this

Amity said...

The olds say, they bring some bad news when a crow is heard crowing in a near or far distance!

Kraxpelax said...

The Moon
shines
on a cat

Meow

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Ramesh Sood said...

Very beautifully crafted poem..with your usual full of wisdom end line.. Thanks Gautami..

Harshad mehta said...

Liked rhythm. One does feel their absence.

Book Bird Dog said...

I like the reaction and the questioning when the crows finally are gone.

ρομπερτ said...

Seems indeed as if there's much nature is able to teach. Great writing.

Please have a good new week.

daily athens

Jingle said...

cute crows....
love your perspective here.

SandyCarlson said...

They are mysterious storytellers, to be sure. I believe they are full of wisdom. I like your poem very muc.

Julia Smith said...

I love how the narrator's sentiment changes, the moment they're gone.

Kraxpelax said...

The Moon
shines
on a cat

Meow

As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.

My Poems

My wallpaper art Babes!)

The Big Duality, the approximative euqivalence of God and Sex. Consider islam. Its interdiction on images. The antiphenomenon of pornography!

My philosophy

And: reciprocity: for mutual benefit, you will do me a favor promoting your own blog on mine!

Yours,

- Peter Ingestad, Sweden

JP/deborah said...

i could hear them in your words!

crows kind of freak me out :)

Nithin R S said...

Yeah black crows always have a great status in our culture.afterall they are symbolised as the souls of our beloved. nice poetry.

Tina Trivett said...

My favorite bird. This is the 2nd crow poem I have read this morning. Must be the season. Beautiful writing. :)

cyclopseven said...

Visibly..the crows had a good show of 'shoo':).

Vee... said...

very true! well said...

flaubert said...

Gautami this is fantastic! Crows have strange behaviour.
And congrats on the 100th on monday poetry train!

ms pie said...

a wonderful whimsical poem of the crow... i think everyone of us has a story abt the black crow.... always around but never really there... also enjoyed the note about yr data and what he sez... yes, congrats on 100 over at monday...

Olivia said...

A sweet one- yeah those crowies do drive all the other one away..

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Wrighton said...

Thanks for stopping by, I am following back. What a great poem, Crows figure in so much lore, and the season is great for listening to the wise ones.
Thank you for sharing.
Leslie

Storm Dweller said...

This reminds me of the story of Hugen and Munin. I love the rhythm to this one.

Bone said...

I love those old sayings and beliefs that are passed down from generation to generation.

gabrielle said...

Great observations of behavior, both crow and human!

Lenore said...

well written (as usual). Love the image of ignoring the mystical in one's world, until it's gone that is.

Nalini Hebbar said...

look at them carefully and they are beautiful...shiny coat and alert street-smart ways...they are true survivours...nice poem...loved the flow