He fell, dreaming of flying
Violent spring wind
Subdued caw formed, sound lost
To all ears but family
Standing sentry, black
Against wild blue and green limbs
Snapped young white bones
Repaired in her soft hands
Wait for a wild return
Calls ring out, echo near the nest
Diving, swarming, loss
Instinct surmounts all knowledge
Return of black crow wing’s flight
Small precious bird life
Take to the wind, glide, survive.
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