THE CROW
Before him a jet-black crow arose and said:
I am the body of lights,
The bearer of the receptacle of secrets,
The receptacle of quality and quantity,
And the cause of joy and sorrow.
I am the leader who is led.
Sense and sensible are mine.
Through me appear traces of existence.
I am the source of figures,
And the likenesses are struck accordingly.
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Bold and unusual. Crow is a mighty NW American Indian symbol. Have to have respect. And did you know they mate for life? Could I ask you to look at my poem Crow...