Cawling

The mist is falling lightly

as i stand outside to greet my day –

a crow from somewhere unseen

caws.

crow in tree open beak

searching i can not see You,

 here, i hear you.

i must follow my cawling.

It brightens me awake –

oh how i would like be your friend.

perhaps we could be colleagues, fashioning our world together?

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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