Sunday, November 14, 2010

Crow

I set out to survey my world
Shrouded in a cloak of the deepest black
Floating on the thermals watching as the world below me wakes up at first light
Starlings gather on the Walnut trees feeling safety in numbers
I glide past them and come to rest on the old apple tree which was here long before me
The last of the apples cling on desperately fearing the long drop to the ground
Here I take my feast and after rest
The black collared doves watch me carefully
For I am crow, I am King.

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