The Crow.......

As the Crow calls
I see it leap
To spread it's wings......


As the clouds open up
I feel the gentle rains
Touch down
The softness of the sky
As you looked above
The coolness in the air........

Was it a warning
For his companions
Or us
The few that listened.......

As the rains let up
The Crow, thrusts his wings out
Catching the breezes
To lift him high.........

Unfolding the magic
On it's journey
For only
He would know.......

The flight above the trees
Rivers and deep valleys below
The wind glides him
Like a silent hand
Holding him so.........

Silence is not with whispers
With his eye sight
He knows.........

The flight was short
From one valley
To the next
Gliding in to the trees
To perch and watch.......

The gentle rains
Start up as before
In the distance
I hear him so.........

The Crow, as he calls.........




Michael VanDyke @ 2016