Caw! Caw! The Chronicle of Crows (Part 4)

Part 4 of the lovely Caw! Caw! The Chronicle of Crows: A Tale of the Spring-time by R.M. Illustrated by JB. If you missed any, see the end of this post.

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The next part of this book will be posted tomorrow! =)

If you missed any parts of this book, you can see all the parts here:

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Title: CAW! CAW!
       The Chronicle of Crows, A Tale of the Spring-time
Author: RM
Illustrator: JB
Release Date: August 22, 2007 [EBook #22374]
Language: English
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Crow Blacker Than Ever by Ted Hughes

In honor of April being Poetry Month, I will share with you crow / corvid related poetry. This one is titled Crow Blacker Than Ever written by Ted Hughes. Crow Blacker Than Ever When God, disgusted with man, Turned towards heaven, And man, disgusted with God, Turned towards Eve, Things looked like falling apart. But Crow Crow Crow nailed them together, Nailing heaven and earth together- So man cried, but with God's voice. And God bled, but with man's blood. Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint Which became gangrenous and stank- A horror beyond redemption. The agony did not diminish. Man could not be man nor God God. The agony Grew. Crow Grinned Crying: "This is my Creation," Flying the black flag of himself.

The Crow (A poem by Dennis Siluk)



Originally uploaded by mindazonaltal
Heavy he leans his feathered head
Gazing at the blood red mist
Tired, -- his face shows time has past
And on his tarnished-gray wings-
The world rests...
Has God forsaken you-?
To grief and pain:
To love the sparrow instead?
Are you not the largest of the perching birds?
Crowned with a grayish hood-;
Or are you just a crow...the farmers hate
(or should)...?
Your breath has left you
My feathered friend...
Too week to lift your head again?
What separates you from man?
Is it the sky and land?
Or the road each must go?
Each unto his own...!
It seems to me,
Life's a test for you as well?
But man must ponder on,
And Reason.
What is the question you ask?
I see, within the stare
Of your silent dark eyes:
"Who are these masters who rule the land-?
Give back to me the sky!"
However,--will you fly again?
Touch the heavens?
Light your wings on fire
From the scorching sun?
Glide with the wind until dawn?
You are the mystery that cries
Within...but then, you are not made in His Image,
My Friend...!

((See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com))