If I Could Only Speak Crow…



Every moment I look up
They arrive from elsewhere
Beating black wings
The crows are here again

They bring shiny bits
Buttons, twigs and string
Like small offerings
Brought to their Gods

I know they are messages
Sort of like Emails
Meant to bring meaning
With their offerings

Some messages are clear
Others, well, not quite so
Regardless of the clarity factor
They continue to arrive

What are you trying to tell me?
What does this blue button mean?
Why the yellow strands of yarn?
If I could only speak Crow…