swoops in
blackened and unfearing
on the corner, sits and raucously
screams from something unknown

i understand its omen
i feel sanctified by the
frustrated feeling that it
lives, breathes, shouts

the crow flies away
with the receding sounds of caw-ing
echoing through the cleft landscape

03/01/2007

Posted on 03/01/2007
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