Another Response From Linda

misunderstood magic
the flying flock
of crows caught my
attention against the
backdrop of a blue sky
so clear and so blue
it was nothing less than a
song of beauty;

as i watched the murder
go about their way
i wondered where they were going—

they love the ravine
behind my apartment,
i remember once i journeyed
there and as i sang and danced
in the creek they flew
overhead singing songs of their own
happiness;

once a majestic crow welcomed
me into my favorite majestic forest—

i know these beings
are misunderstood and full of magic,
just like me.
-linda m. crate