Confession
The tall tree looked as it was burdened
with a secret, I walked under the tree looked
up and saw ten thousand black, shining crows.
When I took the camera out of   my pocket
to take a picture they flew up.
On the blue, early sky looked as a black cloud
going east getting bigger and menacing.
A tried to take a photo of the cloud but the sun
was in my eyes. A ripple of a shudder across
the landscape, but the tree looked free as one
coming out of a confession cubicle.