Calling in the Crows
Written years ago on my relocation to the city from the sanctuary of my country retreat in Aberdeenshire and missing my crows. Hear my voice in your cold dark dawn frosty branches and purple streaked sky. Awake! rouse yourselves! heads removed from covering wing. Come now, to this small city dwelling. Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields, majestic
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