Crow on My Front Lawn
by Wynne Huddleston
The rain is unrelenting. I look out at the wet, green world
and see a blue-black crow walking very close to my
front porch. His feathers are soaked, but still he waddles
forward with his jerky neck, looking for some dinner
in my front yard. He is one of many that have moved in
lately. I’ve often imagined shooting at them (if only I knew
how to shoot) because they’re noisy, and they
dig into my garbage, making a mess. But now I look
at him — God’s creature — drenched, hungry, down,
yet undefeated, and I — dry, warm, well-fed — sigh,
and say, Okay. Welcome, Crow.
Birmingham Arts Journal, Camroc Press Review, Gemini Magazine, THEMA,The Shine Journal, Enchanted Conversation, Emerald Tales, joyful!, From the Porch Swing — memories of our grandparents, Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream, and Victorian Violet Press. Blogs: <http://wynnehuddleston.wordpress.com>; <http://wynne-huddleston.blogspot.com/p/about-me-bio.html>.
is a poet and music teacher with a Master of Music Education degree from the University of Southern Mississippi. She is a member of the Mississippi Poetry Society and board member of the Mississippi Writers Guild. Her poetry has been published in the