crows are history keepers
not historians,
keepers
different
they don't wonder
study
guess
crows know
they were there
and they know
one to another, they tell
one crow
to a murder
they relay battles
won and lost
crows never forget
if you know how to listen
they will tell you, too
I think my heart is a crow.
About Me
- Kyddryn
- Redneck Central, Georgia, United States
- I am mum to a twenty-year-old evil genius son (of course, I may be biased) and the clever and beautiful force of nature, twelve-year-old Sprout. They and my cats conspire to deprive me of sleep and sanity on a regular basis. I live in Redneck Central with my kids and cats. I call our home "Casa de Crazy" for a reason. It could be because I'm nuttier than a Claxton fruitcake. I have a foul disposition and the manners of a troll. What's not to love?
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Still fierce.
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5 comments:
Wonderful beings, crows. We've had a few around here the past couple of years. They didn't used to come this far north, but they can tell the climate is shifting.
You never fail to surprise me, Miss K. How do you think of these things? Magical.
And I love that you know their group is called a "murder."
-- Laurie
Brilliant.
Shiny wings you sing your heart. They do know.
Rachel, I agree - I love to watch them hop about the yard or fly above...and when they chase the hawks, I scold them, but I'm laughing.
Laurie, it takes a special kind of crazy to be me. I'm glad you liked it.
Cindy, welcome, and thank you!
Ivy, thanks.
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