:: Followed By Crows::
There are mornings when the Sun is not welcome
When the day should not come
When I do not want to greet Dawn
This morning came like a criminal
The big yellow eye
Broke through his window
Fought the skeletons
And caressed my hand
The feeling cold and numb
When the Sun steels my Moon
I know I must go
My time in his bed
In this peace
Are at an end
And minutes will turn to hours turn to days
Until again
I hear his heartbeat in my ear
The whisper of his breath on the crown of my head
This was my home
Outside it is cold
Hearing omens brought by crows
As I head south
Far away from home
Bonnie Jean Higgins
March 2012
