My Own Crow Poem

A dear poet friend of mine has written a post on  his own blog. In it he posted a poem about a crow and on his Facebook page he said that every poet worth his or her salt has written a crow poem. click here to read John's Crow Poem


That started me thinking - have I written a crow poem? I thought I had, but decided to write a new one anyway. So here is my crow poem, untitled so far. 


I welcome comments on the poem, and also ideas for a possible title.

Crow’s mournful cry goes out across the paddock

sheep and wheat ignore the sound

and continue doing what they always do.

I pause and look up, and spot the crow,

alone, alone, alone. Then comes an answering cry -

another crow’s  plaintive call rings out -

first crow no longer alone, they strike up a lament

in tandem. I’m  reminded of my family inside,

waiting for me to return. There’s no need

for me to call out, they’re there for me,

they’re always there for me.