Acrostic for Crows
by Michael Escoubas
All morning the crows kept coming
Landing on moonbeams, ever so
Lightly in the boughs of an old oak.
Moonlight gave their feathers a lustered look.
Orion’s belt and bow
Reposed among the stars
Night bowing down to dawn.
I was awed by the peace of it all.
Nothing is more hushed than the moon
Going on its planned path.
The crows, glistening in tuxedos
Harmonized their speech, cawing
Endlessly in convivial convocation.
Candlelight provided by stars.
Row on row of crows assembled in an
Overnight gathering, my picture
Window, a balcony awash in ebony
Shadows, tinseled in starlight.