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willyweed

counting crows

The earth is quiet

As silent as a tomb

 

Crows gaggle on a wire

Against a harvest moon

 

It seems a thin place

Where I am standing

 

As if time…were standing still

 

I count the crows descending

They are bound to get there fill

 

The dawn will

Chase the darkness

 

The scarecrow fails

To shoo the crows

 

There is sweetness

 In this dreaming

 

Only the… created creator knows

 

In the soul is found contentment

When busy counting crows