Black Crow

Perched high on a lone branch

Loud squawk fills the air

Like a judgmental friend

Emitting a truth sound

A primal voice

Without language

Pure feeling


Fearless acceptance

Facing the future


The crow’s caw

Now joined by a multitude of chirps the sounds of nature

The orchestra of life

Announcing the start of the day

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