Caw

It whispers that you were once here.. it must have been grand in its day keeping things in and others at bay- Giving you a sense of{false} security a boundary never to be breeched a sense of permanence and importance a cold-crooked line echoing the decades- I see you flitting amidst the spaces between the brush and battered stone Isn't it dreadful to traipse this earth alone- Your fractured wall and broken home left to the crows and forest gnomes who weave soft emerald wreathes to lay over the bones of memory-