Haiku XXXXIII

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Silence, a lucid pool


Contains the call of a crow:


Magnifies black.


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A rare moment of total silence at about 19:15 hrs when most normal folk are having their family supper. No sound of motor cars or airplanes or someone beating something into submission. Just a silence, from before the infernal combustion engine or hard roads, perhaps from the early 17th century when the hooves of the religious war horses had retreated at long last.  The silence was so profound it focused the sound of the crow and a pigeon, the latter far off but utterly distinct, the crow loud and formidable from high up in a poplar on the river bank. Their sounds became visions,  like looking at a two water beetles, one big one small, each magnified by the still water of its pool.