forbidden burning
in thick fog muffled cawing
from the rookery

sunrise
crows trooping up
for hanami

Frosty pasture
a crow eats pieces
of the morning sun

pairs of ravens
the feeling
of loneliness

Falling crows —
the growing shadows
of the cold war

croaking ravens
I spread my feathers
and join in

mossy headstone
the raven's cry
deepens the stillness

crows in the dust
how little we know
about each other

across patches of snow -
a raven’s cry
reminds me
of me

new crack
across the whole pond
the raven’s caw

ravens   raindrops falling from the dead tree

out of the tall pines
a pair of ravens tumble
the storm front darkens

wide grassland
the crow stretches its call
from pylon to pylon

somber shadows
on the trees
the first ravens

evening sky
a flock of crows
turn off the light

teacher’s question
hangs in the drowsy classroom
a crow answers

Monet’s Haystacks
a group of crows tug
at twilight

raven's shadow
above the door
my hiking song

headless scarecrow
a raven picks the stuffing
out of its neck

raven shadow clinging tightly to my victim story

winter crow 
an eyelash 
on your pillow

still autumn . . .
a baby crow caws
with each fallen leaf

snow follows snow... 
the way a raven moves
over the mountain

empty park
two crows start 
the world over

Across the snowfield chases
sharp dog barking
after a crow

broad glare –
a crow passes through
the bone-chilling cold

nearly deaf — 
the beautiful songs
of crows

march evening
sunshine floating on crow wings
through the mass of houses

crow caws
in all directions . . .
the endless traffic

dry heat the rasp in the crow's caw