Farewell to a Crow
Might I live
like you
before I die?
Soaring wild,
landing only
when I choose,
unafraid
to use my voice,
to claim my place
might I then fall
like a comet
from the sky,
blazing out
brightly
then, I could
perhaps
die happy.
Fly free,
little soul.
#mpprompt
add a skeleton here at some point
2 days ago