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Caw
The January wind
Freezes a crow
In mid-flight
And mid-caw
And suspends it
In the icy blue sky.
It's black eyes bulge.
Its caw,
Stuck on high,
Dogs me deep
Into a corn field,
Slicing through
All the crunching and
Rustling of the brittle,
Frost tinged
Corn stalks
Scraping my coat
As I brush by.
poem
by
Francis Santaquilani
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