Crow Poetry Title

My Brothers

By Not Given

They come by the dozens everyday.
My brother's of the wind.
The link to another world where life and death begin.
Carrying the messages that time has not yet revealed.
Though you may not find understanding
Fate demands that you must yield!
My brother's "caw" my name, each morning awakening my soul.
Somehow, I fly among them with the spirit of the
Crow!

 

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