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
Poems & pieces of me- straight from an ink-stained heart.
Emily Bybee 