Crow making his way in foggy skies
Ruffled dull black feathers
Crown of violet-blue in the morning chill
A long quill falls
Over a jagged mountaintop
Where a hawk lies in wait
A few miles from the sea
A thick marine layer covers the sun
His little-pointed head
And his rapidly beating heart
Disappear in the ocean mist.
©️MFT
Crow On The Wire 
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