This is a book of poems featuring crows. I like crows because they can symbolize so many things. Ted Hughes wrote about crows in 1970; I have amassed corvine poems over many years and now-fifty years later-publish my book. Crows still abide. Some poems-Crow’s Voice, Crow Highway, Crow In The Garden-are still elusively floating around and I can’t seem to locate them. However, enough poems roost in this little book to stick in your craw. Even their cousin, the raven, sneaks in.