A poem from today’s wander, by Alice and Crow
Caw, caw, caw! said She.
Caa, caa, caa, said I,
Mispronounced, too soft a tone.
She, patient, tried again, head cocked,
Again, again,
Caw, caw, caw!
No language shared,
I listened with my heart.
She on treetop, I on soil –
One landscape, two perspectives,
No right or wrong,
No Left or Right,
Just love of Home,
And different points of view.
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