A Cold February Morning

By Liliana De Irisarri

Walking in the cold winter morning.

Walking forward to the house

in Old Mill.

Walking without to-day

or tomorrow.

There, on a tree, seven crows

were looking at me.

Seven black crows.

Them too, without to-day

or tomorrow.

Seven crows talking at me,

moving their wings to me

in this cold

February morning.