October days
Auburn leaves released
The crow sentinel ponders
On quiet coldish morns
Sloughed flowers
Blankness in its stare
Such are the ways
Visitations from the corvid
Deep beauty
In the silence
Upon the window pane
From that which must refrain
Bent boughs pose
Posterior limbs reach out
Grasping in their hold
Gentle winds in cold rain
The sentinel observes
In that which remains
~Moses~
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