Calling Crows

Posted by owner on October 9th, 2010 — in Memories

Wings cut the morning air drawing my eye to the sky.

Three crows, heavy with black, flew over the treetops


My mind said “no, don’t go” but the crows

Thought otherwise.

Indecision plagued me.


Wings cut the morning air one more time

Five crows swooped, spiraling over my head


“ Think again, think again”.

Picking up my pack I gave in to their demand

And followed the crows into the wilderness.


It was a good day.