I spy with my little eye this morning that crows have come a perching on my face, up by the top of my cheekbones, they've left traces of their footsteps.
Did they peer into my soul I wonder?
What did they see?
That I too am a bird (of sorts!)?
That we can all fly higher than the dreams we dare to live?
Is that what I want to see?
Is that what I know?