My
sister, a gifted poet, and artist shared the following with me, not long ago.
CORVINUS
Cruel
crow!
You
punctuate the sky.
Magnificent,
You reave
the nest of chicks,
Their
gaping mouths
And
tender throats
Glistening
pink,
Swift
morsels to the surety
Of your
precise beak;
Fleet
sustenance to a gravelly gullet.
Succulent
bunnies
Plucked
from their mother-fluff,
Who, like
the Wrights,
Were
never made to fly,
Discover
flight,
Then
fright and then extinction,
All in
the blink of a sharp yellow eye.
Your
proud, coarse, sandpaper cry
Leaves no
doubt
That you
are about
Following
God’s design
Of
winnowing.
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