shadows stretched so far by the light
become broken into pieces
dark fragments picked up by crows
tool makers, thieves of secrets, and other corvids
stolen wisdom hidden
in the shatters and tatters of shade
these slipped between bricks in the sidewalk
stones in the walls, cracks in the street
find one and take it home to the night
who knows what reward you will find in a dream
Crows and ravens bless my farm life, thanks for helping me love them anew.
Ravens, crows, and also vultures fascinate me to no end. Even their collective names: an unkindness; a murder; a wake. Many of the bird photos I take feature these, often perched atop a roof or on a wire. Sure they’re keeping careful watch, though not being privy to the minds of these, unsure as for what.
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