Awakened by the dawn,
Perched in a Sitka spruce,
Two corvids allopreen.
The crescent moon is gone,
The pair now on the loose,
On wing above the green.
In search of morning food,
They hunt the high tide line,
Beachcombing on the winds.
A race along the dunes,
Then off to town to find,
Their cousins and some friends.
Arriving at God’s house,
Upon a shore pine branch,
They look inside the place.
We’re keeping prayerful vows,
Our thirsty souls to quench,
Before the throne of grace.
~by David Robinson