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Cawing Crow
In the night movement there’s a wary crow Straight up into the blue moon it flies high Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays Each night in the moon brings a large crow’s sigh Elbows of their feet bend throughout the air As the bird sings, a gorgeous sound to me I can sense its flight near me, overhead He’s flapping near to me, but I can’t see Only if the moon is shining greatly Can I see, tonight it comes in and out But sure when it comes out of the darkness The moon only brings shades that are about Circling there above me cawing with joy Listening do I hear his great power Appearing now within the little light Dips down on me as I stand and cower Conquering my fear I reach for him near I hope that he comes onto my dark arm He does just that, I look deep in his eyes He swallows my heartbeats without alarm Now I move to the nearest tree and caw Allowing him to fly to high branches Power envelopes me, I seem to float I must leave him to the highest reaches Russell Sivey
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