Crow’s change

Crow’s change was a fray

on the pattern’s edge.


Habit’s well worn groove hauled him back.


Reeled him down through the buzz

and racket in his head.


I found him, carried him into the woods

and placed him on a fallen tree.


A pile of black feathers on a rotting log.

Crow’s change.




4 thoughts on “Crow’s change

    • Thanks very much Lynne. This was a bit of a strange one for me, because it does seem steeped in meaning ~ that I’m still trying to figure out myself. I’ve been working on another piece about this particular crow…


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