"Early Summer Mornings" (Aug, 13-15, 2016)

I thought it odd

that the early hours

of my Saturday morning

were silent and still.

There were no cautious sounds

in the trees …

sounds that a sentinel might make, 

moving into guarded position.

Perhaps it was the heat

of the summer’s morn.

I thought it odd

that the pre-dawn hours

of my Monday morning

were silent and still.

Was it was too early or dark

to be noticed by them?

I tried to be quiet

as I packed my car

so as not to alarm

the self-appointed

guards of the trees.

And, as I think back, 

it was odd

that sandwiched between

the silence of Saturday morning

and the silence of Monday morning,

there was Sunday morning …

there was urgent rustling and a

loud “CAW, CAW” 

and the response from far off

of “CAW, CAW” …

repeated again and again and again.

Just maybe the crows 

knew the difference 

and provided

the neighborhood with their own

Sunday’s Call to Worship!

(or is it  Caw to Worship?)

To them, it was not odd at all.