Walking along the trail I saw
Three crows bathing in the river
Their feathers ruffled from the wind and water
A brilliant blackness glistening in the sun
Mimicking the water’s surface
With its diamonds and mirrors of light
I stumbled forward
Tripping on the unseen root
My eyes focused on the
Three Black Birds
Staring back at me
While the scenery started
Morphing into something different
Than my original interpretation
Of the river, of the flock
A slimy sheen covered the water
The sun masking my first glances
The distance preventing acknowledgement of other senses
The stench burning into my nostrils
The three black birds standing proud
With their beaks pointing towards the sky
Then I realized
The murder was actually
Three white doves covered in mud
I am grateful for walks ❤️
Have you ever heard that there is never enough time in the day? Totally feeling that but in a good way. 2014 brought many changes, including incorporating writing into music, and here we are launching off into a new year.
Happy New Year everyone!
i am the crow
Spreading out the patchwork blanket
of random shapes and colors that
are sewn together to request the concentration of the craft.
The food is getting cold as the crow
overhead offers a sociable holler;
hoping for a bite and an overheard tale of gossip.
Nosy creature squawking out his narcissistic wisdoms
demanding a crowd but leaving us in wanting
as attention is shifted and the first glance to
notice is wasted after a moment of realization
that the annoying little bird is gone.
I am grateful for fun outings with friends. ❤