Three Crow

There were Three, On the line, Near the tree. I started at you. Wondered, About you two. And I did ask why...? My cat you attacked. No reply. So I attacked back, with a buck.shot, into your eye. Flew away, all three that day. I watched them in the wind, Flying by like my shot went a.rye. So I went back in again. Hours later... To my surprise, There you were, With a shot in your eyes. In my yard, You came to dye. Mr. Crow. It's you I know. I asked that you forgive. Contemplated, I sat and waited, I tried to help you live. My next move? Was made as Love. Was to your health, and pain I thought of. What to do with you? I managed it.... Put your head to rest. I pray for you to be, In a place of peace. Free in the wind, Mended. With vision to sea. Three times in the Den. I've heard this Wind. All day to the night. Names in the air... My flight. It is Write. To the Light. The message is new. Amended, we did do. Blended, I join the Two. And Mended, To the Wind, We flew. This story is true. ~Three Crow.