I say to you,
remember the heart.
For those left behind this day,
and the children unborn.
And as the living,
seek a shelter
not to be found.
Try and think kindly, friend.
The intolerance of crows,
will soon come your way.
Thin midnight air
I say to you,
remember the heart.
For those left behind this day,
and the children unborn.
And as the living,
seek a shelter
not to be found.
Try and think kindly, friend.
The intolerance of crows,
will soon come your way.
A Wandering Poet 