Crows blow over wild,
I’ve heard they detect heartbreak
and gather for you.

The crow keeps the woods,
even the hidden snakes listen
to his hungry call.

How to save this bird?
Every dark cloud after us,
danger everywhere.

The crow sorts things out,
cawing at me and the sun
and I don’t know what.

First walk of the year,
crows compete for the loud caw—
we see we’re free, too.