crow

the morning light sprayed
streams from over Mount Miguel;
all was quiet
except
at the top of the middle juniper
bordering our neighbor’s yard
a crow i wished was a raven
because of Poe,
cawed, thrusting his head up
as if he were praying
to the heavens
but
was listening for a reply,
which came from somewhere,
perhaps a nearby tree;
the conversation continued,
caws back and forth
until after the sun had cleared
the mount to the east
and
the sky, those heavens
to which the crow prayed
had morphed into
a canopy of
the deepest pure blue
without a blemish of cloud
the crow or any creature
had ever seen,
which may have been
to whom the crow prayed.