Crow… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
They are 'other worldly creatures”
Maybe they are the gate keepers
Their eyes are stellar stars of worlds unseen
Unbeknown, so they are mercurial…
So what… don’t we too all sit around and preen
Are we not also in a constant state of flux?
Flapping about this way, about that…
Always in a confabulation, I wish I too was a crow
Maybe I am, maybe I will be some day,
Who are others to tell me I’m not.
Honestly, what do they know?
What do they know really know? Honestly.
Honestly, my future self,
Could well be a crow.
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