Crow - Mount Eerie
Sweet kid
What is this world we're giving you
Smoldering 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 fire zone
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 followed
And I thought of Geneviève
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
