behind my eyes
behind my
head
and circles my heart
a trusted friend
who comes again
and flies off
high wide and
far
but never
goes
forever
returning
with the news
caw caaaw you get to
choose
ya snooze ya
lose
caw caaw it's time to
move
around the sun
times twelve moons full
caw caaaaw yeah no
bye for now
holy cow
blessing
now
then flies away . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . and back another
day . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . wow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
perched
on pole or tree
ca caw caw caaaaw
insistent foreshadowing
beckons attention
undividedly
always turning me
around
ca caaw
ca caaaw
telling how
what where why and
when
usually
wearing
black and
the greatest wingspan
ever seen
'til then
bearing messages
warning joy and
sorrow
gone south today and north
tomorrow . . .
Domestic Violet
Semper Vi ~
Survivor . . . from the VORTEX
