Looking out the window

there are dead crows on the lawn
curious children poked with sticks.
Someone scolded them about disease.

An old man said, "It's a sign,"
his wife's eyes hinted at disbelief
even if she needed one the most.

A small girl had not moved from
the middle of the grass. Disbelief
fell in snow-flaked silken tears.

Someone went towards her but
the old man's hand reached
out towards their arm.

Cupped in tiny fingers
a miracle began and chirped
as one by one each bird flew away.