The crow

The crow at the top of the chestnut tree
Cawed twice mournfully.
He cawed in fog
He cawed in rain
He cawed in hope
He cawed in pain.
He cawed for friends he would
never see again.

He remembered playing in the sun
He remembered flying through the snow.
Memories treasured in the
Heart of a little black crow.

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Author: Alex

I work in a college library, and love reading, writing and drawing. I am a breast cancer survivor.

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