A relative died recently. Her spirit animal is the crow. I wrote this for her memorial.
|Ode to My Spirit Bird
A crow circles in the sky of my being,
Our spirits entwined, our existence freeing.
Some may see crows as a negative sight,
But my crow is a harbinger, a giver of light.
My crow speaks in caws no one else hears,
Sometimes bringing laughter, and sometimes tears.
Living our days with interwoven notions,
Cherishing the moments of symphonic motions.
I hear the crow caw, its message sublime,
I watch her in-flight as toward heaven she climbs.
And I rest in the assurance that throughout my days,
On earth and beyond, with me, the crow stays.