I heard the sound before I saw him.
The distant cry of a solitary crow
soaring in cold currents.
“Here I am, over here”, he seemed to say.
“I see you”, I whispered in the wind.
I heard the sound before I saw him.
The distant cry of a solitary crow
soaring in cold currents.
“Here I am, over here”, he seemed to say.
“I see you”, I whispered in the wind.
Their call does carry 🙂 Nice poem and photo 🙂
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Thank you….. By the way, in the negative digits here and waiting for 6 inches of snow. School is cancelled today. Enjoy your beautiful warmth!
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Wow! That is coooold! You will be very happy once Spring arrives! 🙂
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Very nice poem and photo!
Crows have declined in numbers here in Illinois due to the West Nile virus – which they (as well as Blue Jays) – are especially susceptible to… but they are making a comeback. They are very intelligent! Some friends of ours had one – as a pet from when it was a fallen fledgling – that they had taught to say: “Nevermore.”
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I love crows. It amazes me when I hear people say that they’re frightened of them. That’s a great story. I had no idea they could be taught to mimic sounds.
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When I walk in the morning I see the same group of crows. They start chattering as I get closer to them. I like to think they know me now.😊
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Oh you’re very fortunate to have a circle of crow friends.
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Beautiful images and words!
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Thank you.
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Another beauty, Sylvia. Do you know the story of the Zen master Ikkyu who, while meditating in a boat on Lake Biwa, heard a crow caw. He heard it as the laughter of the universe, and had a great awakening. So whenever I hear Sister Crow, I smile.
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No, I didn’t know this story. Thank you for sharing it today.
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How beautiful and how it resonates with so many says a lot
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Thank you Donna.
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Great picture and poem!
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Thank you so much.
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Crows and ravens touch my heart.
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Yes, me too.
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Simply beautiful.
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Thank you very much.
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I can hear the crow cry as I read your poem. I like how you move from sound to sight. I love the last line!
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Thank so much!
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“I see you”, I whispered in the wind. I read that and it sent chills through. This is a good thing.
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Thank you!
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They are talkative birds, no question about it. –Curt
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Yes, very much so.
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I felt the chill and conversation of the bird and wind here – superb!
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Thank you.
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I want this one in yur book. I felt it. Gave me chills.
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Thank you……In my book?
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