Verse
Sweet Kid, what is this world we're giving you?
Smouldering and fascist, with no Mother
Are you dreaming about a crow?
In the middle of November, we went back into the woods
Right after breakfast, to see if we could see this past August's
Forest Fires own on the hill above the lake
The sky was low and the wind cold, the trail was closed
At the barricade I stood listening
In my backpack you were sleeping with her hat pulled low
All the usual birds were gone or freezing
It was all silent except the sound of one crow
Following us as we wove
Through the cedar grove I walked and you bobbed and
dozed Sweet Kid
We were watched and followd and I thought of Genevieve
Sweet Kid I heard you murmur in your sleep
Crow, you said, Crow, and I asked
Are you dreaming about a Crow?
And there she was