Author Cale Young Rice M OMENTS A CROW caws, On the pine tops, In the sun. Silence. Eternity seems begun. Again the caw, Where the pine tops And sky blend. Shrillness. Eternity seems to end. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments