A crow lies frozen in the furrows
claws to the sky. In a distant field a horse
neighing. We await
the thaw. But the horse is still calling,
another crow avidly feeds on his friend
while the buzzard hovers, switches, soars.
The sky is clear where a dog, like an angel,
brings stray cattle back into the fold
and starlings watch on from their town in the trees
then fly off in a shifting cloud through a crimson evening sky.