A black crow, stuffed animal was given with pride.
A black crow, bronze medal showed my animal guide.
I hear them calling during mornings and twilights.
I see their round heads bobbing upon the streetlights.
My dark moon calls to fulfill its lowered mission.
My dark crow barks without my borrowed permission.
My little ones mock me with eyes of endless space.
They still connect and are not completely from grace.
Be still little ones and return to love and light.
My heart still beats for you to return on winged flight.
Revised on 07-09-2006 at 03:29AM…
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