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THE CROW

it floated down from a street sign

without a single flap

floating down slowly

as if by parachute

like a single feather

gliding on a current

or a dandelion seed

fulfilling a wish

its sleek black wingspan spread

using tail feathers for balance

landing on concrete with a gentle hop

was it an omen of sorts?

a black bird crossing in front of you

portending a warning?

or was it a metaphor for life?

following signs

choosing your way

traversing gently if you can

arms outstretched, all encompassing

appreciating each moment

keeping your balance

always landing on your feet

knowing you can fly

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Jul 17, 2016
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© 07/16/2016

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