To Kerfe
Just as I begin this poem
a Congress of Crows flies and calls
across the back field.
They bring me gifts in a soft grey sky.
You see, this morning they arrive
wing-weary from carrying home
from suenodora realms
timeless hieroglyphs in their beaks.
I thank them, turn each one,
and they speak.
Tao Talk 
Beautiful
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Thank you :)
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Awesome…especially “a Congress of Crows” …. that has a nice ring to it. That would be a good title of a poem or song.
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Max, I didn’t create that term, it’s what a group of crows is called (also they are called a murder or a horde.) I agree it would be a good song or poem title :)
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Regardless it’s great…sometimes things jump out at me…and that did. I never heard that before.
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I love this poem, Lisa. The messengers are weaving their magic around you and Kerfe.
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<3 Thanks, Colleen. I agree that the messengers were at work for this one.
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I love when that happens! š©·
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Beautiful poem. Love this unique card too
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Sadje, thank you. It took me quite awhile to put it together and I like how it turned out. It’s a prototype for the most part and I think I’ll use that format again.
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A wonderful idea my friend
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p.s. Thanks and glad you liked the poem also :)
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Always my pleasure āŗļø
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(still smiling) (K)
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<3
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Very well done.
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Thanks, Robbie :)
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