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.

Source Jean-Michel Joly, trainer of herding dogs for farmers, Elevage du Mont Kerchouan in La Creuse, France.





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