A
nice little jaunt in the woods
The
sun was hanging in the west
when
I spotted Crow's bloody nest
the
meaning I misunderstood
I
got a pain in my chest
hope
there's a warranty on this heart
it
keeps stopping, needing a jump start
in
the beginning I was impressed
now
broken, it keeps falling apart
I
was picking up blood covered feathers
thinking
that crow got torn apart
Then
I realized we were together
he
stood in gore chewing on something leather
covered
with patches of blood matted fur
Discombobulated,
my vision blurred
Instantly
day turned into night
illumination
by moon light
a
time when magic occurs
Had
a queer feeling, something wasn't right
I
didn't know these woods
catching
a sign that said “Death to ( R ) Hood”
that's
when I mounted Crow and took flight
Looking
through Crow's eyes I cocked it's head
watched
darkness as it slowly spread
leaving
in it's wake a river of red
painting
Crow's nest, which I misread
A
sudden chill, though no change in the weather
an
echo's memory, thunder and lightening concur
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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