perched on the step
and cawing
with the quicksilver clouds,
sliding across the sky
it would be something--
to flap, cackling
towards the eaves
it would be something
--and no small thing
to roll them across my feathers
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1 comment:
cool.. even the crow inspires you for such beautiful composition :)
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