CROW INK

Photo by S. Auberle

CROW INK 

Crows know.

They take their black

raucous selves,

fire up that attitude

and never look back

at their abandoned nest

high in the pines.

 

I wonder sometimes

if our lives

might be no more

than the art of crows

written for awhile

on the sky,

then in an instant

erased by the wind. 

~  mimi

 

the title poem of my book...seems like a good poem for this time of year...

"Crow Ink" published by Little Eagle Press, 2009