In the whispers of the dawn, where shadows dance and yawn,
I walk a path where crows convene, in realms both seen and unseen.
Majestic guides in feathered cloak, under the sky's vast dome,
They fly with me, they speak in caw, in this world we roam.
With one crow perched upon my hand, a friend so true and bold,
Another graces my shoulder, stories untold.
A third soars high above my head, in the azure sky it sweeps,
Each morning their grandeur greets me as the new day peeks.
Their caws are songs of ancient lore, in the air they weave,
Reminding me of rebirth, in what I believe.
Through cycles of life, they guide my way, with wisdom so profound,
In their presence, my spirit lifts, where hope and love are found.
They're messengers of the divine, in black feathers dressed,
Teaching me of timing, in life's endless quest.
With every flap, a lesson learned, with every flight, a tale,
In their mystical company, my heart sets sail.
So here's a message, clear and bright, from the crows to you,
Embrace the change, the unseen path, to thine own self be true.
For in their caw, a secret lies, of transformation's grace,
In the dance of life, find your place, at your own steady pace.
And so I say to those who see my murder of crows in flight,
Consider it a blessing, in the morning light.
For change is coming, swift and sure, in the wings of the night,
And in their mystic guidance, find your heart's delight.
In the language of the crows, a final oracle to share,
Embrace the unexpected, and in this journey dare.
For in the winds of change, you'll find your power anew,
In the company of crows, find a world bright and true.
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