Here comes that black crow again
Seems so tall when he hovers
Out of the shadows
Out of the fog, the grime
Once again, carrying heavy gloom
The same way Sound is carried on the soldiers' boots,
Caked in mud and lies
Bringing the darkness, strangling the hope
Sleek and black like ebony bark, burnt skin, black rice.
Stained hearts often do
Somehow find their way
To a keyboard and a page
With or without invitation
Much the same, the crow finds his way
To my open window, now
Only dimly lit by a crack in the glass.
Causes Valerie Fern Supports
AFRP (Animal Friends Rescue Project), POMDR (Peace of Mind Dog Rescue)
CWOB (Compassion Without Borders)
Bead For Life...