Crows

We had a visitor in church this morning in the person of our organist's father. Mr. B. is a very hale gentleman with a powerful voice who enthusiastically joined in the hymns although he's somewhat deaf--at least he's tone deaf--and wasn't gifted with sense of rhythm. Nevertheless, his joy at being with us was so obvious, no one even considered dropping a discrete word in his ear to sing just a little softer.

Mr. B. reminded me that the

crow's spring canticle

off key from the other birds'

is just as joyous

from Haiku at 3 a. m.