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Beautiful crow (haiku)

My son Henry, who is eight, wrote a haiku this morning as the crows swooped in for their pre-dawn visit. As the crows cawed about on the tree limb in our backyard, he counted out on his fingers:

5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables

The beautiful crow:
In her beak we see a twig,
But she sees a home.

The beautiful crow, a haiku

The crow loving, poetry writing gene must not fall far from the tree from his old man. Very zen as well. He sees the cloud and the sunshine in the flower.

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By Jeffrey Pillow

Jeffrey Pillow is an American short story writer, memoirist, and poet. He is the author of The Lady Next Door. His writing has been published in Urge Magazine, The Nervous Breakdown, 16 Blocks, USA Today, Sports Illustrated, TheBody.com, New York Times, Washington Post, and Richmond Times-Dispatch.

He grew up in the small town of Phenix, Virginia, population: 200, and now lives in Charlottesville with his wife, two kids, and a dog named Mozzarella Cheese. He is a graduate of the University of Virginia where he was a Rainey Scholar. This is his blog.