A crow

outside my
window
perches
black
against
an azure
sky,

scrutinizes
all she sees,

stands—
conspicuous
and
daunting—
on a naked
and contorted
branch,

her proud
and caustic
caws
carve cracks
across the
ice-blue
day,

then
with a
facile flutter
flies with
easy grace

and deftly
guides
my gliding
gaze.