Thursday, January 6, 2011

For Fiona

Eight crows flew in my window
In snowy cold late last night
With bright eye and wry smile
I could see they were from you
Sliver of soul wrapped round their left feet
Grandmother said “A bird in the house
Means Death”
But three from you my friend
Means life and love and laughter

Thank you for
The crow on my table where I eat
The crow on my veranda facing Hiezan
The crow shaking on my washing machine
The crow scrambling atop my TV flatscreen
The crow pecking at my toilet door
The crow in my Christmas tree
The crow stowed away in my old car
And last but never least
The crow on my shoulder throughout my day

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