Black Crows

The ash-black crows settle at dusk
On the bare trees of Kelsey Creek.
Their squawks and caws tangle in the branches;
Silhouettes in the dimming light.
Then, lifting in unison,
All flap and shriek,
Dark wings eclipse the startled sky.

Ruby, my unfettered dog
Pricks up her periscope ears
And stops time,
Wishing she could catch
Just one.