So many fly under false notions
yet Crow’s tail feather breaks
against a sliver of blue sky.
/ / /
Still casting back to Carolee’s line, “the false notion.”
I saw this for the first time, a few days ago. Crow flew in the fir, and his tail spread against air, leaving a glimmer as he sat. It was lovely. And usual, for those with just the right perspective.
Two, crows. Actually.