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.