Lisa J. Cihlar 's poetry has been published in Qartsiluni, Best Poem, Pirene's Fountain, and The Pedestal Magazine.  One of her poems has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.  She lives in rural Southern Wisconsin.

Cihlar says: "I love crows.  They sit in trees in our yard and talk to each other.  Some days I think their conversations are way more interesting than the human ones I am having."

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Corvus Brachyrhynchos, After a Third Opinion

by Lisa J. Cihlar

Finally, I just give up and become a crow.
Crow, flying low over Lake Michigan beaches.
Crow, wind tossed among the kerchief seagulls.
Crow, scavenging stranded salmon, lake trout,
alewives. Crow, pitching flotsam into the bluster.
Crow, hopping dune to dune. A squawk and caw
crow, black granite eye stilling this frantic world,
crow. Magic crow, supreme crow, obsidian seraph
wing crow.  I only know crow crow.