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24 June 2016

Sightings of Crows

Three crows at the side of the road
and a fourth swooping across.
What does this denote?

 Put on your witch hat, woman!
Gather your cloak
deftly around your shoulders.
Magic is afoot.

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25 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky24 June 2016 at 13:48

    I love when magic is afoot. Cast me a spell, and sprinkle it well with moonbeams!

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 June 2016 at 18:10

      That sounds like the start of a new Sherry poem!

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  2. Sumana Roy26 June 2016 at 00:01

    aw...love this...

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky26 June 2016 at 00:34

    I came back to visit the crows because I just love this poem so much!!!!!!!

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  4. Mary26 June 2016 at 05:49

    Indeed we could use a bit of magic these challenging days.

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  5. Anonymous26 June 2016 at 16:36

    Ha ha... need some of that crow magic right about now!!

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  6. brudberg26 June 2016 at 16:41

    I think it's a murder.. We do need magic.

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  7. Old Egg26 June 2016 at 17:00

    Brudberg beat me to it with the "murder" reference. The ones I have had in the garden have always been friendly with me but that probably says more about me than them!

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  8. Jae Rose26 June 2016 at 17:45

    I love the force of energy in gathering your hat and cloak - murder or a window for change? and i agree 'Cast me a spell, and sprinkle it well with moonbeams' - is poetry too!

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  9. rallentanda26 June 2016 at 18:14

    It's a message....It's a warning !

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  10. Sanaa Rizvi26 June 2016 at 18:47

    I love this :D such a powerful write.

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  11. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)26 June 2016 at 22:24

    Yes agree with Sanaa - this is a powerful bite of a write ...

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  12. Donna@LivingFromHappiness26 June 2016 at 22:54

    Oh crow magic sounds like fun! Loved this Rosemary!

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  13. annell427 June 2016 at 00:59

    Great expectations! One is for the baby, two is for marriage, and three is for death...I also wonder what is four for? Perhaps it is reminding us to look in all four sacred directions...magic is afoot.

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  14. Steve King27 June 2016 at 01:28

    Sometimes the mystery can be just as much fun as the solution.

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  15. Magaly Guerrero27 June 2016 at 01:48

    I just love it when you cast your poetic spells, my witchy woman! ♥

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  16. Gillena Cox27 June 2016 at 02:28

    Your poem is enchanting. After spending so much of my youthful reading phase reading 'fairy tales' today again I swoon đź’ť

    Much love...

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  17. Truedessa27 June 2016 at 08:04

    Ha, today I saw 7 crows flying in a row and my first thought was "What's Up"

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  18. Wendy Bourke27 June 2016 at 09:58

    A wonderful, whimsical chuckle - delivered with a pithy eloquence that is a total TREAT!

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  19. ZQ27 June 2016 at 10:21

    I can't wait...for the magic and the merriment it brings <:-)
    ZQ

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  20. C.C.27 June 2016 at 11:17

    Love the wonder and anticipation in this :-)

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  21. Anonymous27 June 2016 at 12:15

    Magic hidden deep in the wings of a crow. Love it,

    Elizabeth

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  22. dsnake128 June 2016 at 01:28

    definitely they are plotting something...

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  23. Susan28 June 2016 at 02:05

    Mmmm. Witch or not, I'd get ready at this sign. I love how you gave a sense of speed in this poem as well as words of speed.

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  24. Bekkie Sanchez29 June 2016 at 09:55

    I love the crows on my bike rides! Beautiful and funny birds that are magical to me.

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