As The Crow Flies

A crow flies above me
with a branch in its beak
silhouetted against the sun
feathers of obsidian black could be any colour
up to and including white
the branch is symbolic
and the meaning easily misconstrued

Noah sends the dove
stupidly it misses the opportunity to sink us
returning with a branch

the raven flies to and fro to and fro
in an effort to divert

Noah send the dove and it does not return
The raven sits damply on a mountaintop clacking its graphite beak
White feathers strewn in the receding water

the crow carries a branch as easily as any other
it finds the allusion to peace


About Mikaela

I am an artist and writer living in the Perth Hills
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