The Crow

by Sara Tobias

Last night,
on my way home
a big crow swooped in and
took me into his chest.
He unleashed
the beating drum of life;
I saw blood dance
the way it does in the wild.
Rushing towards his heart;
my soul sang with him until the river of
my voice ran dry
The empty valley carved by lungs
of nature.

This morning I saw him
again, he was
the size of my ankle,
pecking at dirty weeds
that clung to the gutters.
I shouted his name into the steely air;
into the rain that
beat onto our bodies.

The wetness absorbing into silky
black feathers and
seeping into my bones.