Feather

Saw a crow in a tree.   On a dark and stormy night.   Saw it dancing in my porch.  It was dancing side to side

eyes were beautiful.  Black like coal.   It was full of wonder.   Full of wisdome from ages gone by

it looked at me from the porch on that stormy night.    Then it flew away

A feather fell from this mysterious bird.   It fell right were I stood.   I picked it up and the bird looked at me.   I said please come back and it whispered soft and low.   Soon