Theory of Flight - Crows

Where there is one
There are likely a hundred or more to be found
Sometimes fragmenting in the distance
Sometimes swirling again in swift, perfect cadence
Creating the difficulty of distinguishing one
From another

Is it just us who embraces this shortcoming
Because we never really want to get close enough?

We wish for improbable flight
While the great assembly gathers above
Higher this time than last
Farther away
Calling
In dreams, mocked by the crows
Who know the great freedom
We rarely taste

nicolas hall 2011
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