Sorrowful crow,
time does not slow,
negative goes,
where your flight flows,
as cold as snow,
on naked toes,
fears seems to grow
where deep caws blow.
Unique sounds blow,
positive grows,
from head to toe,
as cool as snow,
luck always flows,
great wisdom goes,
peacefully slow,
beautiful crow.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #270
