Scrittura Saturday Prompt / a borrowed stanza
Crow Wisdom
The crow voice, a harbinger of danger,
not a question but a statement,
sounds of warning, for the crow sees all —
I was going to ask if you lied,
but the crow got between me and the question,
warning me that you were the danger lurking
not in the dark or the shadows but in the light,
bright in the day of winged things and green leaves,
not hidden or hiding, not clandestine but luminescent,
and the crow saw as the crow always sees,
spying foxes and hawks and owls and you,
knowing what I don’t know or choose to ignore,
we don’t give him, or maybe her, the credit due
for a security system requiring no wires or manuals,
you underestimated the wisdom of the crow
but I won’t, ever again.
© Dennett 2021
In response to another head-scratching prompt from J.D. Harms:
