Killing a Snake for the Crow to Eat
With winter’s thaw the ice reveals
true feelings she’s held, captive
and memories, still so bittersweet
of killing a snake for the crow to eat.
Now blue winds blow, clouds clear to show
the way the crow will feed and fly.
She still asks why?
She did not know, could not predict
how snakes disguised would make her cry
and crows would fly,
revealing true intentions.
Now blue winds blow, clouds clear to show
the way the crow will feed and fly.
She still asks why?
She could not know could not predict
the way the snake had picked
to fight the crow to feed.
Her heart still bleeds,
remembering.
With winter’s thaw and purple skies
remembering the long goodbyes
and memories still so bittersweet
of killing a snake for the crow to eat.
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