:: 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