the crows are starting to caw

woke up to anuther POV,

we cookin’ it &

they dont have a clue.

sumetimes i feel liike

i dont know even care

what

to do, i just want to do.

caressing my

thoughts we may

know we know

what to do.

leave me alone &

miiind, i ,we, just need a

moment

to grow. i saw a

brown cardinal with a red top;

he said,

“lets go. time is an essence;

crooking, croaking &

cawing can you

hear the crows coming.”