I woke up to the sound of crows at our bedroom window this morning and a little bit of inspiration struck me.
Good Morning Crow
by Cari-Lee Miller
Crows cawed loud from out my bedroom window this morn
Crows wings flapped as if they were next to my ears.
Loudly they cawed to raise me up from my slumber.
Their flight to my bedpost a warning? A beckoning? Not the norm.
A crow or a man or both cawed me awake
His wings as long as his body
His flight so very heavy and his beak full of stones
No answers for my soul did I take.
The crows cawed in laughter, their flight sticking low
Their mocking of stories told in jest and dishonesty
The Trickster not hidden from our ears or our eyes
The crows teach lessons in their ways to grow.
And I just laid their listening to their song.
Without fear or upset for the way they shout and shrill.
They're my kin and my guides in the dusk or the dawn
And ne'er once will I beckon them to be gone.
The crow message in it's mask of a caw and a flap
Will find death and rebirth in it's wake.
The other birds know, there's no time for respite
It's the lessons and our services that we take.
No confusion and let's not let this slip from our minds
The beauty of the messenger in the morn
Let there be no mistaking the sound from it's beak
There's a horizon, a dawn of new being reborn.
The crows caw, the wolf bows, message delivered, received, accepted.
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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