crow heart
crow heart, broken stone
hopping with wily intelligence
one eye on the future the other
close to home,
Tumble down wall , winter stick
ragged wing against awful grey sky
swooping and flapping, calling out
calling home
blades of light and wind
hair whipping
eyes watering
an icy bite in fast moving air
one foot after the other
heavy sliding clay caking
long past a point of keeping clean
just moving will do
one foot after an other
in sleet, insidious knives
and now only sensation
no thought, no more