I saw two crows
soaring in the sky
I watched them from
my apartment window
to the world.
They rose. They soared.
They flew in circles.
They floated in the sky.
As I watched their
graceful flying
I wondered what it
would be like to
fly like a crow
if only for a few
exhilarating minutes
or in a lucid dream
with a flock of
crow flyers
flapping our wings
into the skies
of the great unknown
and maybe with
some celebratory
caw caw caws.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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