crow conversation

by Max Nelson on September 9, 2014

And what of these things interest me, said Phillip to the crow,
for all you’ve spoke, there’s so much more, too many things to know
you’ve told of corn and bugs and wheat
and trees where best to perch
of oaks and pine and thistlebrook, of elm and mighty birch
but what can I gain from these things?
The crow unfurled his curving wings
listen then, if you must know, the secrets of the moon
the thing that glitters in men’s eye, the owls muted “hoom”
I will tell you why you fear the storm winds whispered choir
and I will sing a song to you,
a song of ice and fire.