The Crow

After dawn. Corvid
on my car roof. One
white primary feather.
Right side. It surveys
the surroundings. Pecks
the four corners
before calling to the
cardinal directions.
A spirit of evil or
good? I see through
a window, sitting in a
sofa. It is a protector
or a guide to where
dead dwell. Either way,
I'm safe to let dreams
roam where my fears
are blind. Wind tides
carry this vector to
trees and painted faces.

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