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.

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Sometimes
A crow

Is

Just a crow

Like me.

2-27-09