The crow has reconciled to its fate
Stopped flapping its wings
Sitting on the window sill
The silence in the meadow is eerie
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Powerful imagery here, Tiku. I love the visual of the air still as in meditation. Also the scent of night oozing from the black body of the crow is so inventive and vivid. Of course, the unexpected finale is satisfying and yet causes deeper contemplation. Bravo!
Honored. Thanks very much Sir for giving time to my poem and wonderful comment. My regards.
Reconciliation in love is difficult but ground realities of life force us to reconcile in love even. It's a beautiful poem.
You are right Sir. Thanks for reading and comment. Regards.