Snow Crow Poems

Crossing the creek, thawing waters,
slide among the ice chips;
naked sentinels stretch to touch the 
heavens. Dressed in their translucent wraps.
Snowflakes crunch beneath our boots
as a...

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Crow
Cawing
Breaks silence
In the morning
Flying on the hill
Lifting from snow
Large wing span
Noisy
Crow


Heidi Sands

2/12/23...

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Mrs. Barnaby Crow has lost her husband’s toe.
She saved it from his coffin deep in the snow.
Wore it as a key chain, it had a...

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I.

The Fish Crow is an outcast amongst the seagulls
Standing on the hot Miami sand
At the end
Of our rose-colored beach towel

Nodding and blabbing half-heartedly
Nuh-uh nuh-uh
To the...

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crusted snow gives way
	celebratory worm fest ~
		crow caws the ending...

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Owl, falcon, raven, crow.
Something dark against the snow.
What kind of bird? We disagree.
It makes a gorgeous shadow though against this tree.

We get closer, hoping to...

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As I walked thru glistening, deep snow
A crow swooped and pecked a strike combo
Upon my shocked and cold nose
I returned snowballs well froze
Downed crows sure...

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As I was walking in the snow 
I was accosted by a crow
It did not like my face
I ran and it gave chase
Amused onlookers watched...

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(I thank my Aunt for this poem's existence, for she'd composed the first two lines which I then asked if I could adopt and extend...

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I am Ashishishe. 
I am the Crow. 

The Universe whispers my name. 

I live in a run down house, 
and drive a broken truck. ...

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The crow is solemn among the branch,
Staring at nothing but horizons and bark.

The snow capped scene it did surround, in the quiet, sleepy 
and noisy...

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Crow fly                       ...

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One cold, stormy and dreary night
While I was long lost in my musing,
There came a knocking, faint and light
Yet startled me from my dozing.

In the...

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Three wholesome troubling years before, a thousand cursed days back
    I lay, most stiff within my bed, my house of death did...

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All outside is white as snow, 
except for Edgar Allen's crow.
Quietly and so serene, 
till Edgar Allen's crow does scream.
Waking me from peaceful dreams, 
to...

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