Crows

The Crows

Circle around me every where I go.

Their feather’s surely the ones that done my altar

Their loyalty now does not falter.

Whether embodied or just old souls

I suspect I may one day know.

When our souls meet on a different plane

And I’m able to see my human footsteps across Mama Earth once again.

A whole new perspective awaits my perceiving

from pillow top clouds that they disappear in.

My love along with the bliss of my pace

Is all they need in return for their grace.