my dawn crow
arrives —
black oracle of sky
feathered shadow
on winter’s perch.
you listen
to my whispers,
small words to morning’s
final stars.
rise my breath
to your bright eye,
stir the sky,
my crow.
keeper of quiet ways
guardian of unseen paths.
Written for De’s quadrille #243 to birds. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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