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A Shelter of Crows
We shiver beneath a storm of wings. Contrail
ribbons across the twilight. Miles of solitary birds
arrow their black bodies overhead. There is no
hesitation, no uncertainty to their flight. Only we
have no idea where to go from here. I imagine
a forest filled with feathers, living leaves whispering
against bony branches. Thousands of crows
smudge into night dark sky. I watch you
looking up long after their harsh echoes fade
and I wonder how to break the spell
that keeps you earthbound, silent.
Really, really awesome! Very haunting.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this post. It is really an awesome piece of writing.
ReplyDelete@ Lisa--thank you. The actual flight of the crows to their evening roost was something both magical and haunting. Something I got to share with my older son and it was a special moment.
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