I admit this poem should rather go into the poems at night but well, it is night somewhere on this planet :-).
You might see the more poetry you read of mine that the crow as a symbol or animal turns up often. I love crows. In 2010 I lived for three months on a camping site as I was homeless. I could have stayed with my friends or move in with my now husband but I felt I needed some time for myself. Some time close to the earth and close to my spirituality.
There was a tree that was inhabited by a murder of crows (yes that is really what you call it) and a lot of other campers found their conversations at night pretty annoying. I loved it. I listened to them often and the longer I listened to them the more I understood why they stand for wisdom and being keepers of the sacred law.
Since then I know when crows turn up some change is about to happen. Incidentally, from the week on when Brexit happened we had a crow sitting on our carport calling me every morning.
my hopes and wishes
of a different kind
a crow’s cry
creates its reality
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