There were crows in the jackpine tops this morning
yelling their presence for anyone to hear
There were other crows higher up racing
down the frozen wind
The little live trapped mouse scampered across the snow and then onto a spruce bough
after it's release
product of an age softened heart
I yelled back at the crows and they fled
and a rough-legged hawk pushing eagle size
Soared in expanding circles higher above the whole of the thing
