A crow I've become
over night! She visited me and gave me her feather and she said: I am mother to you. This makes me a Bird-Borne a girl of the night with feathers black as the dark of the moon and a beak potent to speak and repeat the things I hear and the things I think. My crow mother told me that I could say what I wanted, in fact, that I should! That birth to me she gave so I would be her beloved daughter who only speaks her own mind. Now this is a blessing quite unusual and I shall surely take it to heart. What mother told me is to sing of my soul and to tear the veils apart. |
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