Ode To The Crow

Steeped in mysterious magic fearlessly they go an eerily mischievous bird you’re never far from a crow Mystical messenger of the occult blackest black obsidian plume baneful omen of death they fly loudest squawking cawing loom Many become a murder and Dickens’ “clerical bird” alas abounds in much of folklore plus an omen of change to come and pass Ominous with foreboding presence intelligent with cunning scheme dominant from high in branch the Shaman’s totem in a dream A harbinger guiding souls thereafter a bird of Morrigan’s war and strife death it seems surrounds although Bran The Blessed’s giant life Scruffily nesting high above bold and swooping on the moor familiar sight to all who sees while Keepers of the Sacred Law Impressive and powerful of un-phased force tearing without a fuss they eat opportunists lurking, stalking by scavenging decay and roadkill meat A witch’s familiar and wizard’s friend the alchemist’s first stage shapeshifting through mysticism the all knowing, all seeing sage Of superstition singularly unlucky but luck would then mean two three and four in health and wealth no good, five and six for you Smartly attired this bird of lore with fear and with respect living around and closely within us an unfathomable intellect Nature and supernatural alike realms with ease they merge from Wicca to mythology a real otherworldly surge A four by four of all terrain from all around they gloat thankfully an abundant friend thus ends this Corvid’s note