Atop bare branches
dark shadows wait in silence—
a ****** of crows.
Moonlight startles pale feathers,
my lens wakes with their rising.
Shutter softly clicks,
black wings scatter through cold sky.
Branches left empty.
In the frame they still remain—
night lifting from winter wood.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
Atop bare branches
dark shadows wait in silence—
a ****** of crows.
Moonlight startles pale feathers,
my lens wakes with their rising.
Shutter softly clicks,
black wings scatter through cold sky.
Branches left empty.
In the frame they still remain—
night lifting from winter wood.
Inspired by a striking Moonglow II. (Haiku) published by Cheemnonso, this poem follows a photographer capturing the sudden flight of crows from a bare tree—an instant where moonlight, wings, and silence meet through the eye of a lens.
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