In the middle of the night a raven crowsBeckoning me– so I arose“What is the matter old friend” I did callWith one look at me,off with a screech he went.Something deep insideCompelled me to flySo I stretched out my armsAnd took to the skiesFollowing the crow through the nightLooking down at the village belowThe crow… Continue reading The Crow and The Village
“Poetry for the ones who hear whispers in the static.”