From A Crows Eye

Fate traverses through the air

on wings of an avian

conjurer, wearing a cape

of sleek ebony feathers.

.

Fluttering with predictions

metamorphic changes are

foretold in the silken swoop

of the magicians plumage.

.

Fortunes circumnavigate,

prophesies are cawed. Fearful

souls apprehend doom, the birds

divination is pecked.

.

Messengers of creation,

obsidian couriers.

Destiny resides in the

reflection from a crows eye.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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