My Cousin, the Crow

October 25, 2008 § Leave a comment

My cousin, the Crow,
Is as sharp as a knife
And as black as the tar upon snow,
Or the night.

He decided to dive
Underwater one summer,
Along with his son and his mom
And his brother.

They slipped in together.
They sank to the bottom
And, wings spread like manta rays’,
Stayed until Autumn.

One chill dusk they agreed
That they all ought to rise.
So, transformed by their quest,
They returned to the skies.

It was twice as much fun,
Since they did it together;
Mysteriously good for the soul
And the feather.

October 2008

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