Monday, November 2, 2009

Sometimes A Crow

Sometimes a crow
Is joy on the wing
Flying high
Dipping low tumbling
On the currents of the wind.

Sometimes a crow
Is death dropped down
Dark and glistening, sharp beak
Picking a bloody carcass
At the side of the road.

Sometimes a crow
Is part of a pair
Or a family of more
And tells the sweet story of
Us sharing our lives.

Sometimes a crow
Is warning and fear
Cawing out to tell
Of the terrible dark consequences
Of what we do today.

Sometimes a crow
Is promise and hope
Rising in the sun
Soaring high over the hill
Of rushing drafts in the swift wind.
A crow
Just a crow
Like me.

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