crow built a nest
for obvious reasons
and raised young
from naked beak to full feather
teaching
always teaching
survival
joy
love
happy
compassion
but most important

fly

sing and soar
to the sky blue
into black storm
and
then through

still there were moments
when crow wished
he built the walls
a little higher
and
filled them with
bright and beautiful things
precious and shiny things
to stretch out time
a little longer
to trade the open air
for a tempting tower

but come the remiges and retrices
that send them up and away
lifted on crow-taught lessons
shining in black gem eyes
that look ahead and away