Memaloose Island

Crow feather, crow feather
fly me away.
Sing me your spell now,
caw, caw, caw.

Show me your birdcoin,
your berries, your gold.
What does the sun tell you
crow feather? Caw!

Caped thing, your black wings
beat in my chest.
The sky is a pin light
from your brick chimney nest.

Crow feather, crow feather
tickle my bones.
When God counts to four,
then it’s time to fly home.

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