Crow Friday: Foggy Skies


Making his way in foggy skies

Ruffled blue black feathers

Glide in the morning chill

A long wing feather falls

Over a jagged mountain top

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

Get lost in the ocean mist. 

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