friend in a high place

Crow

walks around like a shopkeeper with no walls
surveys the land
eyes that listen

knows what wings are for
knows their limits

relationship to
is everything

Crow nos

the ground speaks when wet
like skin

life comes to the surface
to be fed on by life

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